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 Saudi Arabia and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tokyo.
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 güiro 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 Fad Gadget to the electroclash 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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Terry Callier,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Litter,
Junior Murvin,
Joyce Sims,
Pierre Henry,
Banda Bassotti,
Don Cherry,
Newcleus,
Theoretical Girls,
Masters at Work,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Johnny Osbourne,
Shoche,
Mr. Review,
Camberwell Now,
Das Ding,
Black Moon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bronski Beat,
Pere Ubu,
New Order,
Radiohead,
Kayak,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Standells,
Outsiders,
The Moody Blues,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Susan Cadogan,
Ohio Players,
Boredoms,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Moss Icon,
Spoonie Gee,
Tommy Roe,
Boz Scaggs,
Ken Boothe,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Popol Vuh,
Nirvana,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fifty Foot Hose,
Soulsonic Force,
Hardrive,
Alison Limerick,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eric B and Rakim,
Glenn Branca,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Essential Logic,
John Foxx,
Smog,
Boogie Down Productions,
Monolake,
the Soft Cell,
Make Up,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.