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 Syria and from Edmonton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Albert Ayler to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Slits,
Khruangbin,
Brass Construction,
Rakim,
Todd Terry,
Colin Newman,
Half Japanese,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Brand Nubian,
Barbara Tucker,
Dawn Penn,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Underground Resistance,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eric Dolphy,
The Busters,
Terry Callier,
Thompson Twins,
X-102,
Talk Talk,
Gang Starr,
Lyres,
Alton Ellis,
Kerri Chandler,
The Monochrome Set,
Amazonics,
Gong,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nik Kershaw,
Chris Corsano,
The Kinks,
Motorama,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tim Buckley,
The Neon Judgement,
DJ Style,
Guru Guru,
Soulsonic Force,
Can,
Rotary Connection,
Tres Demented,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pussy Galore,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Vogues,
Quantec,
Qualms,
Glenn Branca,
Joe Smooth,
MDC,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Selecter,
Hoover,
Toni Rubio,
Eric B and Rakim,
Banda Bassotti,
Black Sheep,
Smog,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.