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 Venezuela and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Iggy Pop to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Black Dice,
Technova,
Marmalade,
The Cowsills,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Bar-Kays,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fad Gadget,
Gil Scott Heron,
Minutemen,
Procol Harum,
Loose Ends,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kas Product,
Tom Boy,
Johnny Clarke,
The Names,
Rites of Spring,
Swans,
Depeche Mode,
Lindisfarne,
Cluster,
Circle Jerks,
Inner City,
Idris Muhammad,
The Index,
Slick Rick,
Mary Jane Girls,
Donald Byrd,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Soft Machine,
Interpol,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lower 48,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Heaven 17,
The Sound,
The Stooges,
Talk Talk,
Surgeon,
Reuben Wilson,
Carl Craig,
AZ,
Jerry's Kids,
Patti Smith,
Pagans,
Fatback Band,
Bobby Womack,
Sällskapet,
Boz Scaggs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Adolescents,
Quando Quango,
Kenny Larkin,
The Alarm Clocks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sugar Minott,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gerry Rafferty,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.