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 Libya and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Sound to the disco 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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
The Dirtbombs,
Kenny Larkin,
Monks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Television,
Byron Stingily,
Soul Sonic Force,
DJ Style,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Swans,
Hot Snakes,
Laurel Aitken,
Deadbeat,
The Knickerbockers,
Ken Boothe,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Smoke,
Joensuu 1685,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Bar-Kays,
a-ha,
Radio Birdman,
Gichy Dan,
Alton Ellis,
Faraquet,
Buzzcocks,
Kevin Saunderson,
X-101,
Roxy Music,
John Holt,
Goldenarms,
Arcadia,
Funky Four + One,
The Seeds,
FM Einheit,
Fat Boys,
Can,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Misunderstood,
The Residents,
Joey Negro,
Godley & Creme,
K-Klass,
Lyres,
Graham Central Station,
Pharoah Sanders,
Loose Ends,
Fugazi,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Desert Stars,
Davy DMX,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cymande,
Kurtis Blow,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rosa Yemen,
Interpol,
Urselle,
The Tremeloes,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.