Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Guinea and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing John Lydon to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Babytalk,
Grauzone,
Mantronix,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Brick,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Graham Central Station,
The Fugs,
Spandau Ballet,
Liliput,
Swell Maps,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bobby Byrd,
Joe Finger,
The Velvet Underground,
Icehouse,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cheater Slicks,
Subhumans,
Junior Murvin,
Robert Hood,
Be Bop Deluxe,
John Holt,
OOIOO,
Sun City Girls,
Sun Ra,
Nils Olav,
Au Pairs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Piero Umiliani,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Cowsills,
Country Teasers,
Malaria!,
Sex Pistols,
The Electric Prunes,
Whodini,
Average White Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Monochrome Set,
Ralphi Rosario,
Monolake,
Boogie Down Productions,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Y Pants,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pere Ubu,
H. Thieme,
The Dead C,
Bauhaus,
The Victims,
Cymande,
The Flesh Eaters,
Stiv Bators,
The Move,
New York Dolls,
The Residents,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.