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 Ukraine and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Slackers to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Cal Tjader,
La Düsseldorf,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
John Lydon,
Black Bananas,
Nik Kershaw,
The Busters,
H. Thieme,
Henry Cow,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Outsiders,
Wings,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Pop Group,
Babytalk,
Erykah Badu,
Susan Cadogan,
Kaleidoscope,
Tears for Fears,
Fatback Band,
Heaven 17,
John Coltrane,
Boz Scaggs,
Sex Pistols,
Robert Görl,
Jacques Brel,
Clear Light,
MC5,
Ludus,
The Selecter,
Bobby Byrd,
Eyeless In Gaza,
DNA,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Modern Lovers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Magma,
Arab on Radar,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gang Starr,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Blossom Toes,
Harry Pussy,
Peter and Kerry,
The Doors,
Nirvana,
Thompson Twins,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jerry's Kids,
The Happenings,
Hashim,
Kas Product,
Excepter,
the Soft Cell,
Black Pus,
Bronski Beat,
Todd Terry,
Throbbing Gristle,
Delta 5,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.