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 Vanuatu and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Smiths to the disco 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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Tubeway Army,
The Buckinghams,
The Invisible,
Derrick May,
The New Christs,
Sandy B,
Organ,
Lalo Schifrin,
Black Moon,
The Gap Band,
Glenn Branca,
Subhumans,
Letta Mbulu,
Negative Approach,
D'Angelo,
Desert Stars,
The Neon Judgement,
T. Rex,
Archie Shepp,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Roger Hodgson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mantronix,
Flipper,
Grandmaster Flash,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Easy Going,
Massinfluence,
Minutemen,
X-102,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bootsy Collins,
The Gun Club,
Gong,
Skriet,
Das Ding,
The Associates,
Country Teasers,
Todd Rundgren,
Scratch Acid,
Wolf Eyes,
Maurizio,
Inner City,
The Dirtbombs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Charles Mingus,
the Germs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Stooges,
Unrelated Segments,
The Grass Roots,
Mo-Dettes,
Los Fastidios,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tommy Roe,
Metal Thangz,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Wally Richardson,
Ten City,
Prince Buster,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.