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 Tuvalu and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Jawbox to the rock 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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Moby Grape,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Last Poets,
Be Bop Deluxe,
David Axelrod,
Tim Buckley,
Eyeless In Gaza,
AZ,
Sun Ra,
Audionom,
Shuggie Otis,
Kurtis Blow,
Brass Construction,
Hasil Adkins,
Second Layer,
Harry Pussy,
Bluetip,
Dead Boys,
Eric Dolphy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scrapy,
the Swans,
Fela Kuti,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Steve Hackett,
Godley & Creme,
The Seeds,
Chris & Cosey,
Soft Machine,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kerrie Biddell,
Zapp,
Index,
The Fuzztones,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cybotron,
Stereo Dub,
Agent Orange,
Swell Maps,
Los Fastidios,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jandek,
Massinfluence,
H. Thieme,
Zero Boys,
Lower 48,
Camouflage,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Cramps,
Moebius,
DJ Style,
a-ha,
Aswad,
Brick,
Banda Bassotti,
Byron Stingily,
Bad Manners,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.