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 Bahamas and from Delhi.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 808 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 Faust to the grime 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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
The Slits,
Skaos,
Ornette Coleman,
Guru Guru,
The Stooges,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Moleskins,
Franke,
Talk Talk,
D'Angelo,
Wings,
Bobby Womack,
Soft Machine,
Tubeway Army,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lalann,
The Move,
Masters at Work,
Siglo XX,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eric Dolphy,
Byron Stingily,
Babytalk,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Soft Cell,
Ralphi Rosario,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Saints,
Jacques Brel,
Scientists,
Sparks,
Deadbeat,
Eve St. Jones,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Thee Headcoats,
Dorothy Ashby,
Theoretical Girls,
Moebius,
Ludus,
Marine Girls,
Mark Hollis,
The Dead C,
Stetsasonic,
Radiopuhelimet,
Outsiders,
X-Ray Spex,
Supertramp,
Sight & Sound,
Nation of Ulysses,
Qualms,
Davy DMX,
Ossler,
Metal Thangz,
Motorama,
Eden Ahbez,
Joey Negro,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.