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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Crash Course in Science to the disco 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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Kurtis Blow,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Supertramp,
48th St. Collective,
Trumans Water,
Juan Atkins,
MDC,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sister Nancy,
Todd Terry,
Desert Stars,
Aaron Thompson,
Mission of Burma,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ice-T,
Model 500,
Panda Bear,
Alton Ellis,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Loose Ends,
The Flesh Eaters,
La Düsseldorf,
Arthur Verocai,
Thompson Twins,
The Selecter,
The Doors,
Pantytec,
The Residents,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Sonics,
Scan 7,
The United States of America,
Harry Pussy,
The Happenings,
Ohio Players,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jeru the Damaja,
Television,
Iggy Pop,
Jandek,
Cluster,
The Pop Group,
Eve St. Jones,
Scion,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fugazi,
Basic Channel,
The Dead C,
Tom Boy,
Jacob Miller,
The Saints,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Andrew Hill,
Warsaw,
DNA,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bill Near,
Hot Snakes,
Half Japanese,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.