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 Slovenia and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Eurythmics to the grime 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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Monks,
Wolf Eyes,
Sun City Girls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
B.T. Express,
Chris & Cosey,
Boz Scaggs,
Adolescents,
Fatback Band,
The Durutti Column,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Five Americans,
Yellowson,
Royal Trux,
Joey Negro,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Symarip,
Darondo,
The Moody Blues,
Lebanon Hanover,
Don Cherry,
John Lydon,
Todd Terry,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Pop Group,
Altered Images,
John Coltrane,
Organ,
Qualms,
Essential Logic,
Tears for Fears,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ultra Naté,
Pagans,
Scan 7,
Kurtis Blow,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Real Kids,
Theoretical Girls,
Andrew Hill,
Carl Craig,
The Black Dice,
Country Teasers,
Main Source,
In Retrospect,
Faraquet,
The Dirtbombs,
Outsiders,
Lakeside,
Depeche Mode,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Audionom,
Charles Mingus,
Joensuu 1685,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Slackers,
Popol Vuh,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.