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 Malawi 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Surgeon 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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion 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 rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fat Boys,
Joy Division,
The Fortunes,
Subhumans,
The Mojo Men,
Half Japanese,
John Lydon,
Masters at Work,
Minny Pops,
Graham Central Station,
The Divine Comedy,
Grey Daturas,
the Bar-Kays,
Country Teasers,
Trumans Water,
8 Eyed Spy,
X-Ray Spex,
Spoonie Gee,
Metal Thangz,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Erykah Badu,
Dawn Penn,
Isaac Hayes,
Monolake,
Black Moon,
La Düsseldorf,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Barracudas,
The Red Krayola,
Pantytec,
Siglo XX,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sällskapet,
Massinfluence,
Joyce Sims,
Nick Fraelich,
Talk Talk,
Scott Walker,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ornette Coleman,
The Evens,
Man Parrish,
Pere Ubu,
Fear,
Lakeside,
Fugazi,
Circle Jerks,
Eli Mardock,
The Smoke,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Dirtbombs,
The Pop Group,
Dark Day,
Smog,
Blossom Toes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Spandau Ballet,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.