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 Serbia and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Salvador.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Mojo Men to the rap 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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Accadde A,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Association,
Leonard Cohen,
Max Romeo,
Blancmange,
Gichy Dan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mad Mike,
Television Personalities,
Barry Ungar,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ultra Naté,
Nirvana,
Shuggie Otis,
Jeff Mills,
E-Dancer,
Public Image Ltd.,
Half Japanese,
Andrew Hill,
Iggy Pop,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Mojo Men,
The Standells,
Thompson Twins,
Camberwell Now,
Todd Terry,
AZ,
The Cowsills,
Metal Thangz,
Unrelated Segments,
Black Pus,
Throbbing Gristle,
Make Up,
Audionom,
Darondo,
James White and The Blacks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nick Fraelich,
Avey Tare,
Oneida,
Schoolly D,
Bush Tetras,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Glenn Branca,
The Raincoats,
Aloha Tigers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Funky Four + One,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marcia Griffiths,
New Age Steppers,
Delta 5,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.