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 Solomon Islands and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 güiro 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 Brand Nubian to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Neon Judgement record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Black Moon,
Aloha Tigers,
Joe Smooth,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fear,
the Sonics,
Procol Harum,
Cluster,
Dawn Penn,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tommy Roe,
Bauhaus,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nils Olav,
Ralphi Rosario,
Andrew Hill,
Shoche,
Hardrive,
Vladislav Delay,
Juan Atkins,
Massinfluence,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Flipper,
Pulsallama,
Lee Hazlewood,
Q and Not U,
Visage,
Mary Jane Girls,
Talk Talk,
Depeche Mode,
T. Rex,
Mark Hollis,
Scratch Acid,
Rufus Thomas,
Kurtis Blow,
Dual Sessions,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Moby Grape,
The Invisible,
Newcleus,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Detroit Cobras,
Hashim,
Tim Buckley,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bluetip,
Roger Hodgson,
Qualms,
Easy Going,
Scion,
Chrome,
The Modern Lovers,
The Cramps,
Fat Boys,
Neu!,
Skriet,
DJ Style,
Guru Guru,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.