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 Peru and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 snare 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 Zapp to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Selecter. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Harpers Bizarre,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Count Five,
Jandek,
Loose Ends,
Radio Birdman,
Lalann,
Ten City,
Lou Reed,
Agitation Free,
Scion,
Scientists,
Curtis Mayfield,
Organ,
John Cale,
Ohio Players,
Crispian St. Peters,
Alphaville,
Cecil Taylor,
The Last Poets,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ultimate Spinach,
EPMD,
Fluxion,
Grey Daturas,
DJ Style,
Mandrill,
Todd Terry,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Outsiders,
Juan Atkins,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mars,
Judy Mowatt,
The Happenings,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Human League,
Prince Buster,
Eric Copeland,
Junior Murvin,
Brass Construction,
John Foxx,
Black Bananas,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Black Dice,
The Young Rascals,
Aswad,
The Selecter,
Gang Starr,
Guru Guru,
Groovy Waters,
Yusef Lateef,
Alice Coltrane,
Sparks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Litter,
Dave Gahan,
David Axelrod,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.