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 Romania and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 mellotron 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 Nils Olav to the dance 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 Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
The Golliwogs,
Barbara Tucker,
The Dead C,
UT,
Japan,
Average White Band,
Unwound,
The Names,
Hashim,
The Star Department,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Q65,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Barrington Levy,
Aural Exciters,
Peter & Gordon,
X-101,
Q and Not U,
Schoolly D,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eurythmics,
The Five Americans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Last Poets,
Maurizio,
The Invisible,
Alice Coltrane,
The Moody Blues,
Urselle,
Heaven 17,
Toni Rubio,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cluster,
The Cramps,
the Sonics,
Ken Boothe,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mars,
Tubeway Army,
Agent Orange,
Crime,
Model 500,
Lou Reed,
The American Breed,
Spoonie Gee,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
L. Decosne,
Pere Ubu,
Slick Rick,
Kurtis Blow,
Lower 48,
Organ,
The Monochrome Set,
Alton Ellis,
Tomorrow,
MDC,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Cowsills,
Monolake,
Chrome,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.