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 Switzerland and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Kaleidoscope to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Half Japanese,
Livin' Joy,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Skatalites,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Radio Birdman,
AZ,
Yazoo,
Dave Gahan,
Glenn Branca,
Pylon,
Slick Rick,
Spoonie Gee,
Ronan,
The Victims,
Dawn Penn,
Bluetip,
F. McDonald,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Misunderstood,
Todd Terry,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Minny Pops,
Los Fastidios,
Mission of Burma,
Con Funk Shun,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Archie Shepp,
Bill Wells,
Ponytail,
Cheater Slicks,
Jacob Miller,
Agent Orange,
David McCallum,
The Evens,
Pantaleimon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
In Retrospect,
Electric Prunes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Maurizio,
Erasure,
The Cowsills,
Ludus,
Stiv Bators,
Idris Muhammad,
Soulsonic Force,
This Heat,
Rakim,
Gabor Szabo,
Moss Icon,
The Move,
The Fuzztones,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Derrick May,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Index,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kerri Chandler,
The Young Rascals,
The Dead C,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.