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 Russia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Tom Boy to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scott Walker,
Eurythmics,
Max Romeo,
Goldenarms,
Parry Music,
Jacques Brel,
Joe Finger,
Delon & Dalcan,
Khruangbin,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Public Enemy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Smog,
Swell Maps,
June Days,
Mission of Burma,
Grauzone,
KRS-One,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Litter,
Ossler,
Nick Fraelich,
Radiopuhelimet,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Surgeon,
The Move,
Scan 7,
Echospace,
Excepter,
Frankie Knuckles,
Joe Smooth,
X-101,
Arab on Radar,
These Immortal Souls,
Gang of Four,
Sällskapet,
The Buckinghams,
Nico,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sun Ra,
Rapeman,
Nirvana,
Absolute Body Control,
Flipper,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kas Product,
Circle Jerks,
Audionom,
Marshall Jefferson,
The American Breed,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Harmonia,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Stooges,
Newcleus,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Gun Club,
Cecil Taylor,
Funkadelic,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.