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 United States and from Delhi.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mumbai.
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 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 Arab on Radar to the rap 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Tubeway Army,
Intrusion,
Rod Modell,
Bronski Beat,
Inner City,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Circle Jerks,
Nick Fraelich,
Symarip,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dark Day,
Joy Division,
Fat Boys,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Shadows of Knight,
Godley & Creme,
The Tremeloes,
June of 44,
The Invisible,
The Human League,
Altered Images,
Black Flag,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pylon,
Swans,
Soft Cell,
Matthew Halsall,
The Fugs,
The Neon Judgement,
Cluster,
Kaleidoscope,
Zapp,
Nas,
Dennis Brown,
A Certain Ratio,
Electric Prunes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Aswad,
Moby Grape,
The Cramps,
Stiv Bators,
Outsiders,
Rhythm & Sound,
DNA,
Sex Pistols,
Average White Band,
Suburban Knight,
The Evens,
The Divine Comedy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Fortunes,
the Slits,
Althea and Donna,
Charles Mingus,
La Düsseldorf,
Erykah Badu,
Flash Fearless,
Nico,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Spoonie Gee,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.