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 Chad and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Inner City to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
The Searchers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Black Pus,
Yusef Lateef,
Jeff Mills,
Khruangbin,
Wally Richardson,
Intrusion,
U.S. Maple,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tropical Tobacco,
Todd Terry,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Divine Comedy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Barclay James Harvest,
Deepchord,
The Fortunes,
Hoover,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Robert Hood,
Shoche,
Skaos,
Magazine,
This Heat,
The Gladiators,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lou Christie,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nik Kershaw,
Rufus Thomas,
Agent Orange,
Public Enemy,
Graham Central Station,
Monolake,
Idris Muhammad,
Pussy Galore,
Soul II Soul,
Brass Construction,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jeff Lynne,
Dennis Brown,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tubeway Army,
Grey Daturas,
Boz Scaggs,
MC5,
Second Layer,
Parry Music,
Girls At Our Best!,
X-102,
Dual Sessions,
Hot Snakes,
Quantec,
The New Christs,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.