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 Jordan and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Happenings to the rap 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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic 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 arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
The Victims,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Seeds,
Bluetip,
Wally Richardson,
Little Man,
Jeff Lynne,
Marcia Griffiths,
Harry Pussy,
Blancmange,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Y Pants,
Barclay James Harvest,
Funky Four + One,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Saints,
Royal Trux,
Johnny Osbourne,
Hasil Adkins,
Panda Bear,
Wire,
Boredoms,
Con Funk Shun,
Boz Scaggs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nick Fraelich,
Eve St. Jones,
FM Einheit,
Warsaw,
Rites of Spring,
Joensuu 1685,
The Fall,
Jawbox,
Wings,
Althea and Donna,
Altered Images,
Deepchord,
Wasted Youth,
Fela Kuti,
Mission of Burma,
Symarip,
Clear Light,
Circle Jerks,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Soul II Soul,
Icehouse,
Young Marble Giants,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Average White Band,
Duran Duran,
Donny Hathaway,
Roxy Music,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Sonics,
Danielle Patucci,
Gang of Four,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Neon Judgement,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.