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 Austria and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Toronto.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Agent Orange to the grime 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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
The Vogues,
Simply Red,
Brass Construction,
Japan,
David Axelrod,
Pulsallama,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kas Product,
Lalann,
Oneida,
Soft Cell,
Reagan Youth,
a-ha,
Excepter,
Adolescents,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
A Certain Ratio,
La Düsseldorf,
Fad Gadget,
The Associates,
Interpol,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Aswad,
Suicide,
The United States of America,
Average White Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Shadows of Knight,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bill Wells,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Move,
Clear Light,
Alphaville,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Sound,
Siglo XX,
Hoover,
Harmonia,
JFA,
Sonic Youth,
Yaz,
The New Christs,
Isaac Hayes,
Sugar Minott,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Colin Newman,
Zero Boys,
Black Flag,
Mandrill,
John Holt,
The Neon Judgement,
Lucky Dragons,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lakeside,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.