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 Mozambique and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Shuggie Otis to the electroclash 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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can 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?
The Count Five,
the Slits,
Sam Rivers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Yazoo,
New Order,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Visage,
Heaven 17,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sarah Menescal,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lucky Dragons,
Malaria!,
The Moleskins,
Mark Hollis,
The Associates,
The Doobie Brothers,
Q and Not U,
Mad Mike,
the Sonics,
The Smoke,
Rapeman,
Gregory Isaacs,
Glenn Branca,
The Birthday Party,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Kinks,
Bob Dylan,
Faraquet,
Black Bananas,
The Beau Brummels,
Pantytec,
Roxy Music,
Sandy B,
Clear Light,
D'Angelo,
Negative Approach,
10cc,
Animal Collective,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jesper Dahlback,
Amon Düül II,
Theoretical Girls,
Toni Rubio,
The Doors,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kerrie Biddell,
Q65,
Zero Boys,
Roxette,
Godley & Creme,
Buzzcocks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Unrelated Segments,
Cybotron,
The Divine Comedy,
48th St. Collective,
Sällskapet,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.