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 Botswana and from New York.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 the Human League to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Bush Tetras,
Vladislav Delay,
Boogie Down Productions,
Josef K,
Michelle Simonal,
Radio Birdman,
Gang of Four,
Crash Course in Science,
Junior Murvin,
Audionom,
Easy Going,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jerry's Kids,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Agitation Free,
Index,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Blues Magoos,
Thee Headcoats,
Rekid,
Rites of Spring,
X-Ray Spex,
Kerri Chandler,
Visage,
Soul II Soul,
The Standells,
The Kinks,
Buzzcocks,
Schoolly D,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Arthur Verocai,
Colin Newman,
The Blackbyrds,
Basic Channel,
LL Cool J,
Section 25,
Andrew Hill,
Black Bananas,
Albert Ayler,
Ice-T,
Freddie Wadling,
Don Cherry,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Outsiders,
The Names,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Henry Cow,
Peter & Gordon,
The Slits,
Ken Boothe,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Detroit Cobras,
Joyce Sims,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eric Copeland,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.