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 Taiwan and from Beijing.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 rhodes 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 Ludus to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
A Certain Ratio,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Moleskins,
Roxy Music,
Brand Nubian,
Lungfish,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marcia Griffiths,
Angry Samoans,
PIL,
The Doors,
Robert Wyatt,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Skarface,
The Evens,
Mars,
Lyres,
Bobby Byrd,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Chris & Cosey,
The Saints,
La Düsseldorf,
Drexciya,
The Slits,
Joensuu 1685,
Soft Cell,
Ronan,
This Heat,
The Invisible,
Black Flag,
Eurythmics,
The Mummies,
Quando Quango,
Iggy Pop,
The Electric Prunes,
Matthew Bourne,
Ituana,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Todd Rundgren,
Ken Boothe,
The Cramps,
The Beau Brummels,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rites of Spring,
Derrick May,
Essential Logic,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Public Enemy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Deakin,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Stiv Bators,
Man Parrish,
The Wake,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Faust,
Nik Kershaw,
The Standells,
Eric Copeland,
The Slackers,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.