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 Guinea and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Barry Ungar to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Bobby Womack,
Bootsy Collins,
The Divine Comedy,
Soft Cell,
Infiniti,
T.S.O.L.,
Grandmaster Flash,
Yaz,
The Invisible,
Minny Pops,
Camberwell Now,
Eric B and Rakim,
Harpers Bizarre,
Big Daddy Kane,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Vogues,
Althea and Donna,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Wasted Youth,
Grauzone,
Blancmange,
Suburban Knight,
X-Ray Spex,
Whodini,
Amon Düül,
Matthew Bourne,
Cecil Taylor,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eli Mardock,
Dawn Penn,
Bob Dylan,
The Moleskins,
Scientists,
Mars,
Mo-Dettes,
Laurel Aitken,
The Sound,
Essential Logic,
Tres Demented,
Boredoms,
Agitation Free,
The Pop Group,
Barry Ungar,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Alison Limerick,
the Slits,
Charles Mingus,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bronski Beat,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gil Scott Heron,
Robert Hood,
Eric Dolphy,
DNA,
Smog,
Second Layer,
Quantec,
Gang of Four,
Symarip,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.