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 Papua New Guinea and from Delhi.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Dead C to the funk 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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Chris Corsano,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
World's Most,
The Walker Brothers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fad Gadget,
Lebanon Hanover,
Y Pants,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Thee Headcoats,
Massinfluence,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Janne Schatter,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Althea and Donna,
Cameo,
Average White Band,
Ohio Players,
the Sonics,
Freddie Wadling,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Yazoo,
Easy Going,
Echospace,
The Five Americans,
Bobby Sherman,
Mo-Dettes,
UT,
Piero Umiliani,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Deepchord,
AZ,
Loose Ends,
Scientists,
Thompson Twins,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Fortunes,
Cheater Slicks,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Faraquet,
Soft Cell,
Schoolly D,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Durutti Column,
Juan Atkins,
Deakin,
The Slits,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Todd Rundgren,
John Lydon,
Grauzone,
The Invisible,
Eve St. Jones,
Brand Nubian,
Lucky Dragons,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.