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 Guatemala and from Mumbai.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 rhodes 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 Make Up to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
The Misunderstood,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nico,
Susan Cadogan,
A Certain Ratio,
Sister Nancy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Durutti Column,
Basic Channel,
Yusef Lateef,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pantytec,
The Gladiators,
Khruangbin,
DJ Style,
Ronnie Foster,
Ronan,
Fad Gadget,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Matthew Bourne,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Clear Light,
Excepter,
Harmonia,
Ornette Coleman,
Electric Prunes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Altered Images,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marc Almond,
The Dead C,
The United States of America,
T.S.O.L.,
The Divine Comedy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eric Copeland,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Patti Smith,
Todd Terry,
Tomorrow,
Fugazi,
The Angels of Light,
Groovy Waters,
Hardrive,
Alice Coltrane,
Barbara Tucker,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Carl Craig,
Jawbox,
The Wake,
The Slits,
Dead Boys,
The Birthday Party,
Circle Jerks,
Kerri Chandler,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ohio Players,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.