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 Latvia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ 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 Avey Tare to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Altered Images,
The Detroit Cobras,
Boredoms,
Bill Near,
One Last Wish,
The Raincoats,
Kas Product,
The Birthday Party,
Theoretical Girls,
These Immortal Souls,
Quadrant,
Babytalk,
The Mummies,
Aswad,
Junior Murvin,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Television,
Erasure,
The American Breed,
Public Enemy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Michelle Simonal,
the Germs,
The Busters,
Amazonics,
Country Teasers,
Unrelated Segments,
Swell Maps,
The Black Dice,
Massinfluence,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rod Modell,
Amon Düül II,
Eli Mardock,
The Durutti Column,
Spoonie Gee,
Rosa Yemen,
Suicide,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Swans,
Max Romeo,
Soft Machine,
EPMD,
Gil Scott Heron,
T.S.O.L.,
Ludus,
Chris Corsano,
The J.B.'s,
E-Dancer,
Crime,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pole,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fela Kuti,
Kayak,
the Association,
Amon Düül,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.