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 Swaziland 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ 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 Metal Thangz 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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Amon Düül II,
The Busters,
Sparks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Curtis Mayfield,
E-Dancer,
Kayak,
The Residents,
The Barracudas,
Massinfluence,
Sex Pistols,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pharoah Sanders,
Skaos,
The Angels of Light,
Danielle Patucci,
Simply Red,
Eric Dolphy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
EPMD,
The Velvet Underground,
The Gun Club,
Hashim,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Blancmange,
The Star Department,
Second Layer,
Iggy Pop,
Agitation Free,
Dual Sessions,
Sound Behaviour,
Crooked Eye,
Morten Harket,
Mad Mike,
Freddie Wadling,
Visage,
Dawn Penn,
Bobby Byrd,
Supertramp,
The Smoke,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tears for Fears,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Slick Rick,
Kurtis Blow,
Yazoo,
Charles Mingus,
Babytalk,
Marc Almond,
Ituana,
the Association,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Althea and Donna,
Jerry's Kids,
Davy DMX,
The Blackbyrds,
The Offenders,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.