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 Comoros and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 oboe 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 The Grass Roots to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
John Coltrane,
Peter and Kerry,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Remains,
Alphaville,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
John Foxx,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Masters at Work,
Kas Product,
The Mojo Men,
Alice Coltrane,
Neil Young,
Theoretical Girls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Schoolly D,
LL Cool J,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rosa Yemen,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Quantec,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Amazonics,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bobby Sherman,
Unwound,
Sun Ra,
10cc,
Sonic Youth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Basic Channel,
Charles Mingus,
Dead Boys,
The Residents,
the Germs,
Clear Light,
World's Most,
The Monochrome Set,
Ludus,
Camouflage,
Gang of Four,
David Bowie,
Wolf Eyes,
Yaz,
Bobby Byrd,
Kurtis Blow,
Monks,
Judy Mowatt,
Mars,
Matthew Bourne,
the Human League,
John Lydon,
Bootsy Collins,
8 Eyed Spy,
Radiohead,
The Saints,
Black Moon,
The Leaves,
The Martian,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.