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 Libya and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Crash Course in Science to the funk 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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Bob Dylan,
Organ,
Lindisfarne,
Talk Talk,
The Moleskins,
Jeff Mills,
Smog,
Pulsallama,
Public Image Ltd.,
The United States of America,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Yaz,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Parry Music,
Metal Thangz,
Erasure,
8 Eyed Spy,
Juan Atkins,
Mark Hollis,
Excepter,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Human League,
Faust,
Stiv Bators,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rites of Spring,
Black Sheep,
Althea and Donna,
Big Daddy Kane,
Freddie Wadling,
Nico,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Cosmic Jokers,
James White and The Blacks,
Flash Fearless,
Connie Case,
Porter Ricks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Panda Bear,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pet Shop Boys,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Model 500,
Fatback Band,
Tomorrow,
Nick Fraelich,
Sonic Youth,
Laurel Aitken,
Cal Tjader,
Aloha Tigers,
Joe Finger,
Johnny Clarke,
Tommy Roe,
Vainqueur,
Animal Collective,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.