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 Turkey and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 808 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the rap 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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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?
Funky Four + One,
The Dead C,
Arthur Verocai,
Soul II Soul,
Wolf Eyes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Johnny Clarke,
Rites of Spring,
F. McDonald,
Derrick Morgan,
Absolute Body Control,
The Evens,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gichy Dan,
Massinfluence,
Curtis Mayfield,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mantronix,
New York Dolls,
Pagans,
Fatback Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scrapy,
The Durutti Column,
Fad Gadget,
Hasil Adkins,
The Birthday Party,
a-ha,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Yaz,
Bad Manners,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Smoke,
The Young Rascals,
The Golliwogs,
Warsaw,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Panda Bear,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Cramps,
Ornette Coleman,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Toasters,
Carl Craig,
Outsiders,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lungfish,
Black Moon,
The Move,
Kayak,
Excepter,
Thompson Twins,
The Moody Blues,
Faust,
June of 44,
Quantec,
Sugar Minott,
Avey Tare,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.