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 Denmark and from Bologna.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Columbus.
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 mellotron 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 The Fall 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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Red Krayola,
The American Breed,
Pole,
Swell Maps,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tommy Roe,
Max Romeo,
Tears for Fears,
Gerry Rafferty,
DJ Sneak,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Suicide,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cheater Slicks,
Iggy Pop,
Simply Red,
Anakelly,
Newcleus,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Derrick Morgan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Moby Grape,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Monochrome Set,
The Raincoats,
Ken Boothe,
Lou Reed,
Sandy B,
Lalo Schifrin,
Motorama,
Con Funk Shun,
Black Flag,
Flash Fearless,
Marine Girls,
The Five Americans,
Chris Corsano,
Lee Hazlewood,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
These Immortal Souls,
Supertramp,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Pulsallama,
Amazonics,
Wings,
Idris Muhammad,
Marcia Griffiths,
Letta Mbulu,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marvin Gaye,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The New Christs,
One Last Wish,
The Gap Band,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.