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 Liechtenstein and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Sao Paulo.
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 808 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 LL Cool J to the grime 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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Das Ding,
Schoolly D,
FM Einheit,
Chris & Cosey,
Peter and Kerry,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Zero Boys,
The Shadows of Knight,
Vainqueur,
Nick Fraelich,
Parry Music,
Sonic Youth,
Howard Jones,
Bill Wells,
Bobby Byrd,
The Mummies,
Black Sheep,
The Golliwogs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Aaron Thompson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Funkadelic,
Maurizio,
Magma,
The Walker Brothers,
Bobby Sherman,
Neil Young,
Masters at Work,
Wasted Youth,
kango's stein massive,
The Stooges,
Oblivians,
Whodini,
Los Fastidios,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Althea and Donna,
Lakeside,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jerry's Kids,
The Residents,
Barbara Tucker,
New Order,
Aloha Tigers,
Todd Terry,
Fad Gadget,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eden Ahbez,
Q and Not U,
Hardrive,
Rod Modell,
Symarip,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Gun Club,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Electric Prunes,
Audionom,
Johnny Clarke,
Warren Ellis,
Hot Snakes,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.