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 Iran and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 güiro 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Neon Judgement,
The J.B.'s,
Soft Cell,
The Blues Magoos,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Delta 5,
Danielle Patucci,
Bad Manners,
Cecil Taylor,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Radio Birdman,
Harmonia,
Qualms,
X-101,
Boz Scaggs,
Sugar Minott,
Easy Going,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kool Moe Dee,
Skaos,
Joensuu 1685,
Motorama,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mo-Dettes,
the Normal,
T. Rex,
The Raincoats,
Chris & Cosey,
The Invisible,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Smog,
Sight & Sound,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Severed Heads,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Trumans Water,
Bush Tetras,
Outsiders,
Fad Gadget,
Dual Sessions,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nico,
Kas Product,
Howard Jones,
Half Japanese,
Reagan Youth,
Althea and Donna,
The Walker Brothers,
Eric Copeland,
Letta Mbulu,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Erykah Badu,
Mandrill,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.