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 Taiwan and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the 808 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 48th St. Collective to the grime 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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Steve Hackett,
Slick Rick,
Whodini,
Main Source,
Funkadelic,
Minor Threat,
Freddie Wadling,
The Last Poets,
The Fall,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Carl Craig,
The Dead C,
The Smiths,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eric Copeland,
Crispy Ambulance,
H. Thieme,
Radiohead,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jeff Mills,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rekid,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fear,
Yaz,
Throbbing Gristle,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Donny Hathaway,
The Barracudas,
Al Stewart,
Agitation Free,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gang Starr,
The Selecter,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pussy Galore,
Urselle,
Television Personalities,
The Martian,
Minny Pops,
Qualms,
Byron Stingily,
Suicide,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ronan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kas Product,
The J.B.'s,
The Leaves,
Ultra Naté,
The Pop Group,
Joe Finger,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pole,
Black Moon,
Tres Demented,
Glambeats Corp.,
Infiniti,
Yazoo,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.