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 Honduras and from Seoul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt 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 chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Fat Boys,
Thompson Twins,
Chrome,
Marc Almond,
Max Romeo,
Dual Sessions,
La Düsseldorf,
The Vogues,
The J.B.'s,
Das Ding,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Crime,
Guru Guru,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pole,
Bill Wells,
Parry Music,
Audionom,
Morten Harket,
This Heat,
Maurizio,
Mars,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mission of Burma,
The Standells,
X-Ray Spex,
Nico,
Yusef Lateef,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Gories,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Steve Hackett,
Von Mondo,
The Skatalites,
Electric Prunes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Joensuu 1685,
New Age Steppers,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Beau Brummels,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sound Behaviour,
Smog,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jacob Miller,
Massinfluence,
Icehouse,
Trumans Water,
Carl Craig,
Eli Mardock,
Lakeside,
The Zeros,
Faraquet,
The American Breed,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cybotron,
Quadrant,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.