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 Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Holger Czukay 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 Symarip 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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Arcadia,
Dawn Penn,
Slick Rick,
Aaron Thompson,
Jandek,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gabor Szabo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Zapp,
Alton Ellis,
Fatback Band,
the Swans,
The United States of America,
Gichy Dan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Guru Guru,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kurtis Blow,
Cal Tjader,
Sparks,
The Dirtbombs,
Mo-Dettes,
Supertramp,
The Beau Brummels,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fear,
Erykah Badu,
Liliput,
Motorama,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Cramps,
Skaos,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lucky Dragons,
Buzzcocks,
The Smiths,
Rotary Connection,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Fire Engines,
The Cowsills,
Soft Cell,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jeff Mills,
Ornette Coleman,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jawbox,
Godley & Creme,
The J.B.'s,
Delon & Dalcan,
Q65,
Ossler,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Peter & Gordon,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Martian,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Move,
UT,
Echospace,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.