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 Mongolia and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fluxion,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Guru Guru,
LL Cool J,
Black Bananas,
Gregory Isaacs,
Schoolly D,
The Cramps,
Ten City,
the Slits,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
CMW,
Darondo,
Bush Tetras,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mark Hollis,
Mars,
The Divine Comedy,
The Moody Blues,
Eden Ahbez,
Davy DMX,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Minny Pops,
Lou Christie,
E-Dancer,
Moss Icon,
Cluster,
The Tremeloes,
K-Klass,
Ituana,
Soul II Soul,
Peter & Gordon,
Can,
the Germs,
Delon & Dalcan,
Shoche,
Soft Machine,
the Human League,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marvin Gaye,
The Moleskins,
Roy Ayers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Liliput,
Excepter,
Nico,
Technova,
Vladislav Delay,
Harmonia,
Carl Craig,
Sunsets and Hearts,
John Foxx,
Boogie Down Productions,
Symarip,
Lungfish,
Robert Wyatt,
The Invisible,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.