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 Jamaica and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Mr. Review to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Black Sheep,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bauhaus,
H. Thieme,
Au Pairs,
Alton Ellis,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Danielle Patucci,
The Gladiators,
Qualms,
Scott Walker,
The Star Department,
The Barracudas,
Easy Going,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Saints,
Sun Ra,
Brick,
Angry Samoans,
Television Personalities,
Visage,
The Modern Lovers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Inner City,
The Zeros,
Charles Mingus,
Marine Girls,
Scientists,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bobby Sherman,
Newcleus,
Stereo Dub,
Sällskapet,
Kool Moe Dee,
Shoche,
Heaven 17,
Joey Negro,
Eric Dolphy,
Barrington Levy,
The Offenders,
Joe Smooth,
The Fall,
Jerry's Kids,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Moss Icon,
Yaz,
Rekid,
The Selecter,
Donald Byrd,
Roger Hodgson,
Lindisfarne,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cluster,
Half Japanese,
The Mojo Men,
The Grass Roots,
Jacques Brel,
Accadde A,
Mandrill,
Supertramp,
the Germs,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.