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 Somalia and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Vainqueur to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Gladiators,
Jandek,
Grauzone,
Jeff Lynne,
Japan,
MDC,
Au Pairs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rhythm & Sound,
Slave,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scion,
Harry Pussy,
Ten City,
Matthew Bourne,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Happenings,
Nas,
Howard Jones,
The Trojans,
The Victims,
Absolute Body Control,
The Associates,
The Sisters of Mercy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Fortunes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Camberwell Now,
The Real Kids,
The Knickerbockers,
The Wake,
Sister Nancy,
Eric Dolphy,
R.M.O.,
Radiopuhelimet,
Radio Birdman,
The Modern Lovers,
Dorothy Ashby,
David McCallum,
Toni Rubio,
Urselle,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dark Day,
the Human League,
Whodini,
Stockholm Monsters,
Brothers Johnson,
The Fire Engines,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ultra Naté,
The Selecter,
Ituana,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Reagan Youth,
Ronnie Foster,
Model 500,
Sun City Girls,
Jerry's Kids,
The Black Dice,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.