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 Bhutan and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Suicide to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Radiohead,
Juan Atkins,
Skriet,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Agent Orange,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Doobie Brothers,
Brass Construction,
Danielle Patucci,
Quadrant,
The Fuzztones,
Althea and Donna,
Ultra Naté,
The Wake,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marmalade,
The Grass Roots,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Soul II Soul,
Eric Copeland,
Slick Rick,
Junior Murvin,
Chris & Cosey,
Basic Channel,
Spandau Ballet,
Blossom Toes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nas,
cv313,
Niagra,
Peter and Kerry,
Crispian St. Peters,
Erasure,
The Electric Prunes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Isaac Hayes,
Man Parrish,
Robert Görl,
Fluxion,
Shoche,
Yazoo,
Y Pants,
Dead Boys,
8 Eyed Spy,
Minnie Riperton,
Nico,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Searchers,
The Last Poets,
Young Marble Giants,
Man Eating Sloth,
Con Funk Shun,
Simply Red,
The Alarm Clocks,
David McCallum,
the Swans,
Slave,
Sister Nancy,
The Barracudas,
Ludus,
Depeche Mode,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.