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 Sri Lanka and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the guitar 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 Fela Kuti to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Kaleidoscope,
The Young Rascals,
MDC,
Babytalk,
Fad Gadget,
Bang On A Can,
The Birthday Party,
cv313,
Chris Corsano,
Blancmange,
Thompson Twins,
The Music Machine,
Anthony Braxton,
Ultra Naté,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Loose Ends,
Roy Ayers,
Sarah Menescal,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Niagra,
Deakin,
Stiv Bators,
The Star Department,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Drexciya,
Trumans Water,
the Germs,
Japan,
Minutemen,
Althea and Donna,
Eli Mardock,
Maleditus Sound,
Robert Görl,
Lucky Dragons,
DJ Style,
Hasil Adkins,
Tomorrow,
Wire,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Wake,
Joe Finger,
Gabor Szabo,
Motorama,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Can,
Shuggie Otis,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Invisible,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Minny Pops,
Pierre Henry,
Howard Jones,
Nico,
Metal Thangz,
Stetsasonic,
New Order,
Ultimate Spinach,
John Lydon,
Hardrive,
The New Christs,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.