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 Romania and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Philadelphia.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Lindisfarne to the jazz 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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Alison Limerick,
The Busters,
The Victims,
Simply Red,
Minor Threat,
Andrew Hill,
Brass Construction,
Roy Ayers,
Dennis Brown,
Hardrive,
Metal Thangz,
Interpol,
Bad Manners,
Maleditus Sound,
Motorama,
Soul II Soul,
Black Sheep,
Roxy Music,
Max Romeo,
Ornette Coleman,
FM Einheit,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eddi Front,
Yusef Lateef,
Tommy Roe,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Average White Band,
a-ha,
The Barracudas,
The Saints,
Eli Mardock,
CMW,
Essential Logic,
ABBA,
Jerry Gold Smith,
F. McDonald,
Sugar Minott,
Slick Rick,
Sun Ra,
Urselle,
The Blackbyrds,
kango's stein massive,
The Index,
Robert Görl,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lindisfarne,
Mo-Dettes,
In Retrospect,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Human League,
Camberwell Now,
Bizarre Inc.,
New York Dolls,
Absolute Body Control,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Matthew Bourne,
Ituana,
Pulsallama,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.