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 Samoa and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Black Pus to the jazz 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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
La Düsseldorf,
The Gories,
Black Moon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Byron Stingily,
The Remains,
Nirvana,
Graham Central Station,
This Heat,
The Five Americans,
Bauhaus,
The Slits,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Gladiators,
Sonic Youth,
The Smiths,
Soulsonic Force,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Suburban Knight,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pole,
Jerry's Kids,
The Names,
X-102,
Siglo XX,
Iggy Pop,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Television,
Procol Harum,
The Residents,
Barbara Tucker,
Rapeman,
Neu!,
Groovy Waters,
Harry Pussy,
Tommy Roe,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Funkadelic,
Eve St. Jones,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Zeros,
Maurizio,
The Toasters,
In Retrospect,
Qualms,
Magma,
The Cramps,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eden Ahbez,
Soft Cell,
Todd Rundgren,
The Electric Prunes,
DJ Sneak,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.