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 Colombia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 linndrum 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 Glenn Branca to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Bobby Byrd,
Soul II Soul,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Brass Construction,
The Martian,
Lee Hazlewood,
Yazoo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Magma,
Pole,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Joe Finger,
Tomorrow,
Babytalk,
The Raincoats,
Television,
These Immortal Souls,
Cal Tjader,
Harpers Bizarre,
8 Eyed Spy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mission of Burma,
Boz Scaggs,
Rod Modell,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rapeman,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
JFA,
Iggy Pop,
Slick Rick,
Von Mondo,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Electric Prunes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fear,
The Modern Lovers,
The Dirtbombs,
ABC,
Japan,
Eurythmics,
Grandmaster Flash,
Black Moon,
Sparks,
Lightning Bolt,
Fatback Band,
Main Source,
The Cure,
This Heat,
Joy Division,
Bootsy Collins,
The Birthday Party,
Joey Negro,
Nico,
Delon & Dalcan,
Spandau Ballet,
The Fuzztones,
Mars,
Cybotron,
The Pop Group,
Sound Behaviour,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.