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 Albania and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 arpeggiator 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 The Last Poets to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud 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 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Bush Tetras,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marc Almond,
Sam Rivers,
Rod Modell,
Black Bananas,
Vainqueur,
Avey Tare,
Reuben Wilson,
Schoolly D,
Unrelated Segments,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Dave Clark Five,
Amon Düül II,
Judy Mowatt,
Groovy Waters,
Buzzcocks,
The Residents,
The Walker Brothers,
Tubeway Army,
Godley & Creme,
Magazine,
Intrusion,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Happenings,
Arab on Radar,
Sixth Finger,
Todd Terry,
Tim Buckley,
Mark Hollis,
Kenny Larkin,
Wire,
ABC,
Ultravox,
Pylon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Chrome,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pantytec,
Piero Umiliani,
Minor Threat,
The Litter,
Darondo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scott Walker,
Hashim,
Theoretical Girls,
The Angels of Light,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Make Up,
Roxette,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ronnie Foster,
the Slits,
Funky Four + One,
Sex Pistols,
Mr. Review,
L. Decosne,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.