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 Ukraine 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Lou Reed 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 Nils Olav to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Ten City,
Swans,
Robert Wyatt,
John Lydon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rakim,
Joyce Sims,
The Invisible,
Godley & Creme,
H. Thieme,
Spoonie Gee,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Agitation Free,
Dennis Brown,
Minor Threat,
Sarah Menescal,
Visage,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Blake Baxter,
Ralphi Rosario,
Joensuu 1685,
Delta 5,
Hardrive,
The Remains,
The J.B.'s,
Ludus,
Sandy B,
the Fania All-Stars,
Piero Umiliani,
Bobbi Humphrey,
CMW,
Andrew Hill,
Grandmaster Flash,
James White and The Blacks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
AZ,
Boredoms,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kenny Larkin,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cal Tjader,
Royal Trux,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fela Kuti,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Max Romeo,
June Days,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dave Gahan,
Fugazi,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Sonics,
New York Dolls,
The Velvet Underground,
Qualms,
Slick Rick,
Fatback Band,
Parry Music,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.