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 Montenegro and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bob Dylan to the punk 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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
James Chance & The Contortions,
K-Klass,
Hardrive,
The Names,
Frankie Knuckles,
Amazonics,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mission of Burma,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Outsiders,
Aswad,
John Cale,
EPMD,
Nik Kershaw,
The Stooges,
Loose Ends,
Television Personalities,
Zero Boys,
Kevin Saunderson,
Idris Muhammad,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Al Stewart,
Unwound,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Gap Band,
The Doors,
James White and The Blacks,
The Grass Roots,
a-ha,
MDC,
Carl Craig,
Minny Pops,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Roxy Music,
Soul II Soul,
Glenn Branca,
Lower 48,
Warsaw,
The Black Dice,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sam Rivers,
Porter Ricks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Section 25,
The Divine Comedy,
Oblivians,
Rosa Yemen,
Rapeman,
the Sonics,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ponytail,
Andrew Hill,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
JFA,
Technova,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marine Girls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eden Ahbez,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.