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 Grenada and from Johannesburg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the dance 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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Stiv Bators,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Sonics,
The Walker Brothers,
The Fugs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Schoolly D,
Zero Boys,
Brand Nubian,
Matthew Halsall,
Stereo Dub,
The Slackers,
A Certain Ratio,
The Monochrome Set,
Ludus,
Drexciya,
The Blackbyrds,
Ten City,
The Knickerbockers,
Susan Cadogan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Warren Ellis,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Electric Prunes,
The Stooges,
Camberwell Now,
Jacob Miller,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lakeside,
Soft Machine,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Drive Like Jehu,
Smog,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Smoke,
The Moody Blues,
Howard Jones,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Motions,
Audionom,
The Alarm Clocks,
Guru Guru,
Mad Mike,
F. McDonald,
Yusef Lateef,
Visage,
Wolf Eyes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Vainqueur,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
New York Dolls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tomorrow,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Zapp,
Half Japanese,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pulsallama,
Cymande,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.