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 Brazil and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 harpsichord 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 Black Moon to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Audionom,
The Seeds,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Deadbeat,
Godley & Creme,
Excepter,
The Black Dice,
David Bowie,
Jeru the Damaja,
June Days,
Piero Umiliani,
Cluster,
Subhumans,
Tim Buckley,
The Barracudas,
Camberwell Now,
Joe Finger,
Ultra Naté,
Radio Birdman,
R.M.O.,
Con Funk Shun,
Youth Brigade,
June of 44,
Suicide,
The Wake,
Erasure,
Harry Pussy,
A Certain Ratio,
Marvin Gaye,
Frankie Knuckles,
Minnie Riperton,
Funkadelic,
Hashim,
Althea and Donna,
Technova,
Adolescents,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Minutemen,
The Last Poets,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Crash Course in Science,
10cc,
Brick,
The Busters,
Thompson Twins,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mandrill,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scratch Acid,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bobby Byrd,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Davy DMX,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Parry Music,
Soul Sonic Force,
Roxette,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.