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 Eritrea 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lagos.
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 harpsichord 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the funk 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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
The Martian,
Ten City,
Black Sheep,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Das Ding,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Soul Sonic Force,
Thompson Twins,
Japan,
Blake Baxter,
Minor Threat,
Charles Mingus,
Technova,
Eddi Front,
Parry Music,
Ultra Naté,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Chris & Cosey,
Pagans,
Funkadelic,
The Monks,
Sister Nancy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Camberwell Now,
Malaria!,
Scratch Acid,
Roxy Music,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cal Tjader,
Monks,
Bronski Beat,
Agitation Free,
Brass Construction,
Buzzcocks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Skaos,
The Cramps,
Urselle,
Pierre Henry,
Swell Maps,
Stiv Bators,
Mary Jane Girls,
Television,
Dual Sessions,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Andrew Hill,
The Young Rascals,
Reuben Wilson,
Visage,
Joyce Sims,
Schoolly D,
The Invisible,
Ohio Players,
Carl Craig,
Pantytec,
Marmalade,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
DJ Style,
Minnie Riperton,
Heaven 17,
Jacob Miller,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.