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 Cape Verde and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 PIL to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Barry Ungar,
The Barracudas,
Aswad,
Newcleus,
The Music Machine,
Quando Quango,
Hardrive,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
a-ha,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Alton Ellis,
Ralphi Rosario,
Agitation Free,
Crash Course in Science,
Idris Muhammad,
La Düsseldorf,
The Neon Judgement,
Guru Guru,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Prince Buster,
One Last Wish,
Tres Demented,
Sällskapet,
Silicon Teens,
Graham Central Station,
The Wake,
Derrick Morgan,
The Fugs,
Rites of Spring,
Roger Hodgson,
Pantytec,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Suicide,
Sixth Finger,
Jandek,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kurtis Blow,
London Community Gospel Choir,
UT,
Livin' Joy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Index,
Gregory Isaacs,
Joey Negro,
Neil Young,
Mission of Burma,
Marmalade,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cluster,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Human League,
AZ,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cameo,
Connie Case,
Scott Walker,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.