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 Kazakhstan and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Newcleus to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Barry Ungar,
Niagra,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Procol Harum,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Mojo Men,
Crooked Eye,
Zapp,
Junior Murvin,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ice-T,
Throbbing Gristle,
Arab on Radar,
Nils Olav,
Gang of Four,
Joy Division,
Anthony Braxton,
Unrelated Segments,
Joensuu 1685,
R.M.O.,
Pantytec,
Idris Muhammad,
Matthew Bourne,
Television Personalities,
X-101,
Camouflage,
Agent Orange,
Swell Maps,
Amon Düül II,
Spoonie Gee,
Animal Collective,
Gang Starr,
Anakelly,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Godley & Creme,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Maurizio,
Hashim,
Aural Exciters,
Mo-Dettes,
Roy Ayers,
The Martian,
Interpol,
Skaos,
Nation of Ulysses,
Theoretical Girls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Stereo Dub,
Graham Central Station,
LL Cool J,
Fugazi,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scion,
Public Image Ltd.,
Warren Ellis,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Fuzztones,
Darondo,
The Smoke,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.