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 St Lucia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Dual Sessions to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
Bluetip,
The Fugs,
The Black Dice,
Dennis Brown,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Angels of Light,
Sexual Harrassment,
Erasure,
Interpol,
Harmonia,
Mantronix,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scion,
Brick,
The Cure,
David McCallum,
Simply Red,
David Bowie,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
These Immortal Souls,
Pussy Galore,
Japan,
Gabor Szabo,
Harry Pussy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eric B and Rakim,
Crooked Eye,
In Retrospect,
48th St. Collective,
LL Cool J,
Amazonics,
Idris Muhammad,
Prince Buster,
Grey Daturas,
Faust,
Wire,
Flash Fearless,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Infiniti,
Bobby Womack,
Eyeless In Gaza,
a-ha,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Anthony Braxton,
The Barracudas,
Niagra,
Spandau Ballet,
DJ Style,
The American Breed,
Sparks,
Black Bananas,
Panda Bear,
Marmalade,
Bobby Sherman,
Symarip,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nirvana,
Cameo,
Rites of Spring,
Bobby Byrd,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.