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 Russia and from Bologna.
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 Philadelphia and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Donny Hathaway to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Vogues,
T.S.O.L.,
Public Image Ltd.,
Idris Muhammad,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Busters,
Pere Ubu,
Sun Ra,
Gang of Four,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Radio Birdman,
Boredoms,
John Coltrane,
Eric Dolphy,
Lyres,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sonic Youth,
One Last Wish,
Marine Girls,
Suburban Knight,
Flipper,
Freddie Wadling,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tim Buckley,
Camberwell Now,
Jeff Mills,
Johnny Clarke,
Arab on Radar,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Average White Band,
Yazoo,
Rapeman,
The Names,
Half Japanese,
Second Layer,
Sparks,
Y Pants,
Radiohead,
Unrelated Segments,
The Associates,
Fear,
Los Fastidios,
Bluetip,
The Music Machine,
PIL,
The Mummies,
Soul II Soul,
Lungfish,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Main Source,
Nirvana,
Accadde A,
Shoche,
Maleditus Sound,
Ohio Players,
Chris & Cosey,
Pussy Galore,
Jeff Lynne,
The Sonics,
Nation of Ulysses,
Crooked Eye,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.