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 St Lucia and from Cairo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s 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 DJ Sneak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Whodini,
Brand Nubian,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Index,
Newcleus,
Scan 7,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Golliwogs,
Josef K,
The Dave Clark Five,
Thee Headcoats,
The Gun Club,
The Mojo Men,
Q and Not U,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rekid,
Aloha Tigers,
Negative Approach,
Scratch Acid,
Loose Ends,
T.S.O.L.,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Livin' Joy,
The Barracudas,
The Searchers,
Kurtis Blow,
Ossler,
10cc,
Masters at Work,
The Star Department,
Hashim,
Sixth Finger,
Liliput,
The Seeds,
Rosa Yemen,
Thompson Twins,
Can,
Sexual Harrassment,
Juan Atkins,
Jacques Brel,
Bizarre Inc.,
Monolake,
The Fuzztones,
Roxette,
The Vogues,
Nas,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Susan Cadogan,
Grandmaster Flash,
Groovy Waters,
Minutemen,
Inner City,
Simply Red,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Shuggie Otis,
Jandek,
EPMD,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Black Flag,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.