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 Houston.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 snare 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 Black Pus to the electroclash 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 Count Five. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Tommy Roe,
Electric Prunes,
Main Source,
Malaria!,
Bush Tetras,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Magma,
Blancmange,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lower 48,
The Shadows of Knight,
Masters at Work,
Make Up,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Golliwogs,
Josef K,
Eric Copeland,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Durutti Column,
Wolf Eyes,
Barrington Levy,
Rapeman,
Anakelly,
Fear,
Moby Grape,
Tomorrow,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mission of Burma,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Amon Düül II,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sonic Youth,
Nation of Ulysses,
Duran Duran,
Saccharine Trust,
Parry Music,
Eric Dolphy,
Simply Red,
Darondo,
This Heat,
Franke,
The Beau Brummels,
Erykah Badu,
Ronan,
Boredoms,
La Düsseldorf,
Jerry's Kids,
Pharoah Sanders,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mad Mike,
Youth Brigade,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kenny Larkin,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Terrestrial Tones,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.