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 Bhutan and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Holger Czukay 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 Blancmange to the crunk 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 Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Tomorrow,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Avey Tare,
Lindisfarne,
Robert Hood,
Fugazi,
Susan Cadogan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Stooges,
Chris Corsano,
Ituana,
Kayak,
Con Funk Shun,
Nik Kershaw,
Metal Thangz,
The Black Dice,
Carl Craig,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Wire,
Livin' Joy,
Bill Wells,
the Association,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nirvana,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Knickerbockers,
Pantytec,
Mars,
Scratch Acid,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Von Mondo,
Joe Smooth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fad Gadget,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pierre Henry,
The Moody Blues,
Monolake,
Derrick Morgan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Unrelated Segments,
Jeff Lynne,
Tears for Fears,
Arthur Verocai,
Gabor Szabo,
Shuggie Otis,
These Immortal Souls,
Technova,
E-Dancer,
Boredoms,
Scott Walker,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cal Tjader,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Soft Machine,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.