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 Gabon and from Accra.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Columbus.
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 rhodes 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 Velvet Underground to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
A Certain Ratio,
Marvin Gaye,
Whodini,
Ossler,
Country Joe & The Fish,
These Immortal Souls,
Urselle,
Swans,
The Kinks,
The Divine Comedy,
June of 44,
Faust,
Thompson Twins,
Eric Dolphy,
Sonic Youth,
Glenn Branca,
Yusef Lateef,
The Slits,
Bauhaus,
Maurizio,
Television Personalities,
The Saints,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Slackers,
Arcadia,
Country Teasers,
Mad Mike,
Technova,
Suicide,
KRS-One,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Flipper,
Al Stewart,
Echospace,
Prince Buster,
Warren Ellis,
Ten City,
Parry Music,
Lou Christie,
Japan,
Godley & Creme,
Angry Samoans,
Barrington Levy,
Kerri Chandler,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Grey Daturas,
Morten Harket,
Eve St. Jones,
China Crisis,
Rites of Spring,
Eddi Front,
Ken Boothe,
Hardrive,
Minny Pops,
Delon & Dalcan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Robert Wyatt,
Skarface,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.