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 Guyana and from Tokyo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 harpsichord 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 Rufus Thomas to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan 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 a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
the Human League,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Absolute Body Control,
Rapeman,
The Five Americans,
Mission of Burma,
The Moody Blues,
Arab on Radar,
Brick,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Move,
Bizarre Inc.,
Slave,
the Swans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Minutemen,
Parry Music,
T.S.O.L.,
Trumans Water,
Marvin Gaye,
Ten City,
The Real Kids,
Arthur Verocai,
Ornette Coleman,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
These Immortal Souls,
New Order,
Aloha Tigers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Skarface,
The Mojo Men,
Hot Snakes,
Half Japanese,
Josef K,
Amon Düül,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lou Reed,
Boz Scaggs,
Mandrill,
Hasil Adkins,
Boogie Down Productions,
Connie Case,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
John Lydon,
The Gories,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dead Boys,
Thompson Twins,
Monolake,
Pole,
The Cure,
Brass Construction,
ABBA,
Man Parrish,
Negative Approach,
Sarah Menescal,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Boredoms,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.