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 Mongolia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Harry Pussy to the grime 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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail 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 spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
The Gap Band,
Harry Pussy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Beau Brummels,
Tubeway Army,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Young Rascals,
Bizarre Inc.,
Clear Light,
The Grass Roots,
Groovy Waters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Curtis Mayfield,
Aswad,
Cybotron,
Alphaville,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ralphi Rosario,
Guru Guru,
Nick Fraelich,
Joe Smooth,
D'Angelo,
The Toasters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gregory Isaacs,
Stetsasonic,
Barry Ungar,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Modern Lovers,
R.M.O.,
The Detroit Cobras,
Moebius,
Heaven 17,
Spoonie Gee,
Robert Wyatt,
Interpol,
A Certain Ratio,
Supertramp,
Ronnie Foster,
The Gories,
Panda Bear,
Index,
Brand Nubian,
Gang Starr,
Adolescents,
Chris & Cosey,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tim Buckley,
The Real Kids,
Peter & Gordon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Stooges,
Chris Corsano,
Mr. Review,
Desert Stars,
The Gun Club,
Organ,
Aural Exciters,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Evens,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.