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 Iceland and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Guru Guru to the jazz 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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tommy Roe,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nils Olav,
Glenn Branca,
Slick Rick,
Kaleidoscope,
Eli Mardock,
Mars,
Terrestrial Tones,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Maurizio,
Yellowson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Durutti Column,
Make Up,
Massinfluence,
ABBA,
The Kinks,
Khruangbin,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Fuzztones,
Sällskapet,
Maleditus Sound,
The Fortunes,
The Vogues,
Hoover,
These Immortal Souls,
Fad Gadget,
The Modern Lovers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Blancmange,
Bad Manners,
Scrapy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marc Almond,
Deepchord,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Subhumans,
Danielle Patucci,
Al Stewart,
Pulsallama,
Kool Moe Dee,
D'Angelo,
John Cale,
Cecil Taylor,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Morten Harket,
Mantronix,
Avey Tare,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Fugs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Talk Talk,
Zero Boys,
In Retrospect,
cv313,
Kerrie Biddell,
Young Marble Giants,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.