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 Philippines and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Swell Maps to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Soul Sonic Force,
Thee Headcoats,
The Dirtbombs,
Sun Ra,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ohio Players,
Severed Heads,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
X-102,
Bill Near,
Sandy B,
Lungfish,
FM Einheit,
Joe Finger,
Monolake,
Jacob Miller,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Traffic Nightmare,
EPMD,
MDC,
Chrome,
The Modern Lovers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Hot Snakes,
Second Layer,
Half Japanese,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Red Krayola,
Sam Rivers,
Cecil Taylor,
Andrew Hill,
Fat Boys,
Cameo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ultimate Spinach,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Chris & Cosey,
Hasil Adkins,
Avey Tare,
Robert Wyatt,
The Remains,
The Litter,
Bush Tetras,
Idris Muhammad,
Soft Cell,
Minor Threat,
Donald Byrd,
Kas Product,
Joe Smooth,
The Five Americans,
Johnny Clarke,
Marc Almond,
Subhumans,
Pole,
Smog,
Absolute Body Control,
Bob Dylan,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.