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 Finland and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 World's Most to the techno 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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Soft Cell,
DJ Style,
Mark Hollis,
Deakin,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mandrill,
Hoover,
Lungfish,
World's Most,
Yusef Lateef,
Jerry's Kids,
Piero Umiliani,
Terry Callier,
Lee Hazlewood,
Radiohead,
Kayak,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Franke,
Camouflage,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Derrick May,
Marcia Griffiths,
Q and Not U,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pussy Galore,
The Wake,
AZ,
F. McDonald,
Cluster,
The Pop Group,
the Sonics,
Kaleidoscope,
Todd Terry,
KRS-One,
Cybotron,
Faraquet,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Funkadelic,
Chris Corsano,
Byron Stingily,
Ice-T,
Marvin Gaye,
Donny Hathaway,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jesper Dahlback,
A Certain Ratio,
Black Moon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Niagra,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Toni Rubio,
Aural Exciters,
Rapeman,
Moebius,
David McCallum,
Agitation Free,
Organ,
Gang Starr,
The Black Dice,
Wally Richardson,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.