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 United States and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 organ 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 The Mummies to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Todd Terry,
Glambeats Corp.,
Barbara Tucker,
Motorama,
Television,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Niagra,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dual Sessions,
Livin' Joy,
Gichy Dan,
Sound Behaviour,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
K-Klass,
The Invisible,
Derrick May,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ludus,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Residents,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Harmonia,
Fear,
Thompson Twins,
Pet Shop Boys,
Brick,
Moebius,
Pylon,
Animal Collective,
X-Ray Spex,
Banda Bassotti,
Reuben Wilson,
Eli Mardock,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nirvana,
Yusef Lateef,
Bill Near,
The Evens,
Bauhaus,
Public Enemy,
Prince Buster,
Alison Limerick,
Pole,
John Foxx,
Absolute Body Control,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jeff Mills,
Groovy Waters,
Radiopuhelimet,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Litter,
Iggy Pop,
Lower 48,
Japan,
Funkadelic,
The Skatalites,
Marine Girls,
The Dead C,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.