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 Cyprus and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 PIL to the jazz 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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Massinfluence,
Bootsy Collins,
Lebanon Hanover,
Howard Jones,
Smog,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Glenn Branca,
The Skatalites,
Moebius,
Archie Shepp,
Blancmange,
Morten Harket,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Henry Cow,
Ken Boothe,
ABC,
Bang On A Can,
Don Cherry,
Sex Pistols,
Tropical Tobacco,
Quando Quango,
Yazoo,
LL Cool J,
Inner City,
Thee Headcoats,
DJ Style,
Kerri Chandler,
Make Up,
Ice-T,
Brothers Johnson,
The Gun Club,
Tears for Fears,
Accadde A,
Cecil Taylor,
Sonny Sharrock,
Aloha Tigers,
Cluster,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Youth Brigade,
Fat Boys,
New Age Steppers,
Negative Approach,
AZ,
Bob Dylan,
Schoolly D,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rufus Thomas,
Royal Trux,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Associates,
Suburban Knight,
The Electric Prunes,
Scrapy,
The United States of America,
Graham Central Station,
Fad Gadget,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.