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 Japan and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Robert Palmer 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 Los Fastidios to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Tres Demented,
Gang of Four,
Quadrant,
Radiopuhelimet,
Connie Case,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nils Olav,
Cheater Slicks,
Jerry's Kids,
Alison Limerick,
Ornette Coleman,
Harry Pussy,
the Slits,
The Fall,
Zero Boys,
The Fugs,
Bobby Womack,
Ossler,
Grey Daturas,
Faust,
The Smoke,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Monks,
Junior Murvin,
Barclay James Harvest,
Audionom,
H. Thieme,
Mars,
Chris Corsano,
Nik Kershaw,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Juan Atkins,
Qualms,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lou Christie,
Depeche Mode,
Wire,
The Cure,
Oneida,
Rosa Yemen,
Joyce Sims,
Oblivians,
Eyeless In Gaza,
John Cale,
Marshall Jefferson,
Desert Stars,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Slits,
John Holt,
The Neon Judgement,
JFA,
The Happenings,
Donald Byrd,
Urselle,
Sun Ra,
Harmonia,
David Bowie,
Echospace,
Neil Young,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.