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 Costa Rica and from Houston.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Black Pus to the rap 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 Can. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Moss Icon,
Wolf Eyes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Trumans Water,
Erykah Badu,
David Axelrod,
Brass Construction,
Lower 48,
ABBA,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Yellowson,
kango's stein massive,
Brick,
Massinfluence,
Crooked Eye,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Deepchord,
Rotary Connection,
Quadrant,
Sam Rivers,
Blake Baxter,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Last Poets,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Metal Thangz,
Cluster,
Visage,
Icehouse,
Josef K,
Public Enemy,
the Fania All-Stars,
DJ Sneak,
Pagans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Association,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bobby Womack,
DNA,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Trojans,
Nick Fraelich,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Aural Exciters,
Kenny Larkin,
Joe Finger,
The Cure,
Mark Hollis,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dave Gahan,
Eric B and Rakim,
A Certain Ratio,
Marine Girls,
Big Daddy Kane,
Newcleus,
Duran Duran,
Roy Ayers,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.