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 Czech Republic and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Henry Cow to the disco 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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Suicide,
Motorama,
Erasure,
L. Decosne,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Circle Jerks,
Simply Red,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nik Kershaw,
David Bowie,
Eden Ahbez,
Rakim,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Selecter,
Mr. Review,
Yazoo,
DJ Sneak,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Minor Threat,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Fortunes,
Nico,
The Vogues,
The Remains,
Qualms,
Quando Quango,
Hashim,
Dave Gahan,
Maleditus Sound,
The Moody Blues,
Television,
The Sonics,
Drexciya,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
DJ Style,
Albert Ayler,
Kaleidoscope,
Altered Images,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Colin Newman,
The Sound,
Stiv Bators,
Niagra,
Hasil Adkins,
Ponytail,
Pylon,
Gichy Dan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Dave Clark Five,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Letta Mbulu,
Royal Trux,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.