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 Lyon.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 harpsichord 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 Niagra to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cecil Taylor,
Groovy Waters,
Oblivians,
Guru Guru,
Bobby Womack,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
A Certain Ratio,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Tremeloes,
Marine Girls,
Moebius,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mission of Burma,
Crime,
Pylon,
Isaac Hayes,
Wolf Eyes,
Ornette Coleman,
Mantronix,
Jeff Lynne,
Pole,
The Smoke,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Althea and Donna,
Fad Gadget,
Essential Logic,
The Golliwogs,
Ultravox,
The Victims,
Quando Quango,
Thompson Twins,
Susan Cadogan,
Marshall Jefferson,
Todd Rundgren,
The Smiths,
The Kinks,
Young Marble Giants,
Lakeside,
the Swans,
Lebanon Hanover,
Unwound,
Suicide,
Easy Going,
Johnny Osbourne,
Neu!,
Inner City,
KRS-One,
Schoolly D,
The Dead C,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Remains,
Morten Harket,
Maleditus Sound,
The Seeds,
Eurythmics,
Anakelly,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marvin Gaye,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.