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 Eritrea and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 harpsichord 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 Peter & Gordon to the rap 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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association 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?
Clear Light,
The Evens,
Khruangbin,
Public Enemy,
The Residents,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Prince Buster,
Laurel Aitken,
Country Teasers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eli Mardock,
Supertramp,
Jimmy McGriff,
Wolf Eyes,
Alison Limerick,
Letta Mbulu,
Hardrive,
Black Flag,
Television Personalities,
Bad Manners,
Terry Callier,
Popol Vuh,
Mark Hollis,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Stiv Bators,
Thompson Twins,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Mummies,
D'Angelo,
Amon Düül II,
Aswad,
Tommy Roe,
A Certain Ratio,
The Blackbyrds,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Arcadia,
Bill Wells,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fad Gadget,
Camberwell Now,
Technova,
K-Klass,
Section 25,
Rites of Spring,
These Immortal Souls,
The Gories,
Groovy Waters,
Bronski Beat,
OOIOO,
The Fuzztones,
The Monks,
Morten Harket,
Depeche Mode,
Cybotron,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Zeros,
Nas,
Little Man,
The Kinks,
Procol Harum,
Sparks,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.