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 Cameroon 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 June Days to the jazz 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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Hashim,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Offenders,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Crispian St. Peters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Swans,
Eden Ahbez,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Anthony Braxton,
Freddie Wadling,
Sparks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Charles Mingus,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Motions,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sixth Finger,
Marshall Jefferson,
Chrome,
Fluxion,
Derrick Morgan,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jeff Lynne,
Glenn Branca,
Ornette Coleman,
Patti Smith,
Country Teasers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Grey Daturas,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dead Boys,
Smog,
Silicon Teens,
Agent Orange,
Morten Harket,
Flash Fearless,
New York Dolls,
Funkadelic,
Jerry's Kids,
The Raincoats,
Visage,
X-102,
Sight & Sound,
Dave Gahan,
The Gladiators,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
James White and The Blacks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Massinfluence,
The New Christs,
Royal Trux,
Scion,
Michelle Simonal,
Shuggie Otis,
Joyce Sims,
Soul Sonic Force,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.