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 Denmark and from Winnipeg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 güiro 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 Japan to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
The Residents,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rakim,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bobby Byrd,
Fatback Band,
Connie Case,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Josef K,
Scan 7,
The Moody Blues,
Slave,
Ronnie Foster,
The Gap Band,
Absolute Body Control,
The Grass Roots,
X-101,
Graham Central Station,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pierre Henry,
Morten Harket,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Stiv Bators,
Slick Rick,
Gastr Del Sol,
Oneida,
Cal Tjader,
Nico,
China Crisis,
Dual Sessions,
Cameo,
Skaos,
H. Thieme,
Babytalk,
Scott Walker,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marcia Griffiths,
kango's stein massive,
Bob Dylan,
Jeff Mills,
Eddi Front,
the Sonics,
The Durutti Column,
Ice-T,
the Fania All-Stars,
Thompson Twins,
Yusef Lateef,
The Gories,
Bauhaus,
The Fortunes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Johnny Osbourne,
Whodini,
Young Marble Giants,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
F. McDonald,
Q and Not U,
K-Klass,
Malaria!,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.