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 Chad and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Technova,
Hoover,
Rufus Thomas,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Happenings,
Nirvana,
Dorothy Ashby,
Stiv Bators,
Joy Division,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
This Heat,
Con Funk Shun,
Royal Trux,
Rites of Spring,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kevin Saunderson,
Erykah Badu,
Trumans Water,
Quadrant,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Soul II Soul,
Minutemen,
The Doobie Brothers,
Glenn Branca,
Joensuu 1685,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ossler,
Smog,
Jerry's Kids,
Deakin,
Zapp,
Camouflage,
Crime,
Glambeats Corp.,
Soulsonic Force,
Eurythmics,
Barbara Tucker,
Young Marble Giants,
Moss Icon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ronnie Foster,
Peter and Kerry,
The Human League,
Arab on Radar,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Leonard Cohen,
Goldenarms,
Q and Not U,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Wolf Eyes,
Soft Cell,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Agent Orange,
kango's stein massive,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.