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 Dominica and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Hong Kong.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Crispy Ambulance to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Rufus Thomas,
Donald Byrd,
Jeff Lynne,
Johnny Osbourne,
Terrestrial Tones,
Joe Smooth,
Stereo Dub,
Scientists,
The Seeds,
Hardrive,
Guru Guru,
Bauhaus,
Public Enemy,
Spoonie Gee,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Music Machine,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marine Girls,
The Gories,
Joyce Sims,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
John Cale,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Toni Rubio,
Kurtis Blow,
Aloha Tigers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Essential Logic,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Angels of Light,
John Foxx,
Ludus,
James White and The Blacks,
Neu!,
Scrapy,
The Raincoats,
Electric Prunes,
Black Pus,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bill Near,
Blancmange,
Skarface,
Danielle Patucci,
Albert Ayler,
Boz Scaggs,
Slave,
The Mighty Diamonds,
John Coltrane,
Juan Atkins,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Star Department,
Kas Product,
the Normal,
Flamin' Groovies,
Alison Limerick,
Skaos,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.