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 Tajikistan and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 spring reverb 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 Section 25 to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Traffic Nightmare,
Make Up,
Bill Wells,
Jawbox,
Maurizio,
Nico,
Todd Terry,
Dawn Penn,
Sly & The Family Stone,
China Crisis,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Masters at Work,
The Saints,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ultimate Spinach,
Vainqueur,
Can,
Wings,
Oneida,
Con Funk Shun,
Connie Case,
The Golliwogs,
Flipper,
Black Bananas,
Sexual Harrassment,
Symarip,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pussy Galore,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Stiv Bators,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kevin Saunderson,
T.S.O.L.,
Matthew Bourne,
Girls At Our Best!,
Los Fastidios,
Roxy Music,
Procol Harum,
Fad Gadget,
The Electric Prunes,
Erasure,
Andrew Hill,
E-Dancer,
The Mummies,
Scott Walker,
Angry Samoans,
The Associates,
Sun City Girls,
The Fire Engines,
Bobby Byrd,
Lakeside,
Country Teasers,
Grauzone,
Arcadia,
Gang Starr,
The Pretty Things,
Mars,
Danielle Patucci,
The Skatalites,
The Alarm Clocks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Amon Düül,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.