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 Tanzania and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Cosmic Jokers to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
L. Decosne,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Neu!,
Junior Murvin,
Todd Terry,
Leonard Cohen,
Ornette Coleman,
Massinfluence,
The Move,
Black Moon,
Sarah Menescal,
Flipper,
The Gap Band,
Quando Quango,
One Last Wish,
Accadde A,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marshall Jefferson,
Juan Atkins,
The Beau Brummels,
The Fire Engines,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Black Sheep,
Cal Tjader,
Scientists,
Anthony Braxton,
The Cowsills,
Jacques Brel,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Blues Magoos,
Public Enemy,
Suicide,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Victims,
The Skatalites,
Fluxion,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Brothers Johnson,
Infiniti,
Sällskapet,
The Cramps,
Mantronix,
Roxette,
The Knickerbockers,
Lindisfarne,
Outsiders,
Joey Negro,
Los Fastidios,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Television Personalities,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Leaves,
Fad Gadget,
The Smoke,
Television,
ABC,
the Germs,
The Slits,
June Days,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.