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 Guinea and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bluetip to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Johnny Osbourne,
Todd Terry,
Can,
Eddi Front,
Minnie Riperton,
Aswad,
the Human League,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Fire Engines,
Underground Resistance,
Joensuu 1685,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Trojans,
The Gories,
Blancmange,
John Coltrane,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gerry Rafferty,
Electric Prunes,
Archie Shepp,
Sun Ra,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tom Boy,
The Remains,
Smog,
Ornette Coleman,
The Wake,
Leonard Cohen,
Kas Product,
Das Ding,
Quando Quango,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lucky Dragons,
X-102,
Newcleus,
Schoolly D,
Gastr Del Sol,
Visage,
Sarah Menescal,
Henry Cow,
the Normal,
Hoover,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Symarip,
Scan 7,
Swell Maps,
Fad Gadget,
Skriet,
Charles Mingus,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Music Machine,
Babytalk,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Au Pairs,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.