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 Zimbabwe and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Suburban Knight to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
UT,
Tears for Fears,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Urselle,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Swans,
Quantec,
Swell Maps,
Fluxion,
Pussy Galore,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Barbara Tucker,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Remains,
June Days,
Funkadelic,
Gang Green,
Lucky Dragons,
Godley & Creme,
Scientists,
Soft Machine,
Scion,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Big Daddy Kane,
Avey Tare,
Ice-T,
The Grass Roots,
Ultravox,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nils Olav,
Scratch Acid,
Charles Mingus,
Gang Starr,
Minnie Riperton,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marmalade,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Altered Images,
Young Marble Giants,
Aswad,
F. McDonald,
New Age Steppers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Peter and Kerry,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Fuzztones,
The Beau Brummels,
The Black Dice,
Mark Hollis,
the Slits,
Howard Jones,
Outsiders,
Massinfluence,
Beasts of Bourbon,
JFA,
Mo-Dettes,
FM Einheit,
Rapeman,
Slave,
Freddie Wadling,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.