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 Antigua and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 synthesizer 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 Smiths to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
David Bowie,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bizarre Inc.,
FM Einheit,
Bang On A Can,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Traffic Nightmare,
Agitation Free,
John Holt,
Grauzone,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sound Behaviour,
Brand Nubian,
The Searchers,
Neu!,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
China Crisis,
Black Sheep,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Glenn Branca,
Stereo Dub,
The Dirtbombs,
Aswad,
The Associates,
Marine Girls,
Stiv Bators,
The Durutti Column,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Arcadia,
Roy Ayers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Radiohead,
The Mummies,
Todd Rundgren,
Sonic Youth,
Eurythmics,
Matthew Bourne,
Prince Buster,
the Sonics,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mission of Burma,
Eden Ahbez,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ludus,
Au Pairs,
Tommy Roe,
Fatback Band,
Television Personalities,
John Coltrane,
Model 500,
Ronnie Foster,
Index,
Little Man,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.