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 Kyrgyzstan and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 mellotron 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 Walker Brothers to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Half Japanese,
Grauzone,
Ornette Coleman,
Colin Newman,
Joensuu 1685,
Jeff Mills,
The New Christs,
The Slackers,
Idris Muhammad,
LL Cool J,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Monks,
The Blues Magoos,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
New York Dolls,
The Seeds,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
MDC,
Bobby Byrd,
The Moody Blues,
The Dead C,
Deepchord,
Derrick Morgan,
Suburban Knight,
Hardrive,
A Certain Ratio,
Bill Wells,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rakim,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Hoover,
The Music Machine,
Maurizio,
Glambeats Corp.,
Second Layer,
Bill Near,
The Tremeloes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dead Boys,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Oneida,
Heaven 17,
The Black Dice,
Prince Buster,
Altered Images,
Juan Atkins,
The Techniques,
Q and Not U,
The Offenders,
Brass Construction,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marcia Griffiths,
Toni Rubio,
The Divine Comedy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Infiniti,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.