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 Jordan and from Mexico City.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 snare 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 The Gladiators to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Marine Girls,
Tears for Fears,
The Seeds,
OOIOO,
The Count Five,
The Music Machine,
Johnny Clarke,
DJ Sneak,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Severed Heads,
Jesper Dahlback,
Max Romeo,
The Walker Brothers,
Sister Nancy,
Wasted Youth,
Alphaville,
Scan 7,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Grass Roots,
Dave Gahan,
The Monochrome Set,
the Soft Cell,
Inner City,
Shoche,
The Modern Lovers,
Scott Walker,
Kayak,
KRS-One,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Golliwogs,
Brand Nubian,
Popol Vuh,
Q and Not U,
Essential Logic,
Q65,
Nirvana,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tomorrow,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Black Moon,
Basic Channel,
Unrelated Segments,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Chris Corsano,
Icehouse,
The Fugs,
Skarface,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ronan,
Absolute Body Control,
Pere Ubu,
The Slits,
Curtis Mayfield,
Swell Maps,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.