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 Eritrea and from Beijing.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Glasgow.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Second Layer to the techno 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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
The Red Krayola,
This Heat,
Andrew Hill,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jacob Miller,
Jimmy McGriff,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Pretty Things,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Gun Club,
Connie Case,
Scan 7,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Selecter,
Whodini,
Amazonics,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Move,
John Lydon,
The Gories,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pagans,
Marmalade,
The Alarm Clocks,
Con Funk Shun,
D'Angelo,
Khruangbin,
Absolute Body Control,
Hardrive,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
John Holt,
Quando Quango,
The Victims,
The Fuzztones,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Associates,
E-Dancer,
The Zeros,
Mandrill,
Brass Construction,
Bad Manners,
Traffic Nightmare,
Blake Baxter,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Mummies,
Dark Day,
Yusef Lateef,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Wake,
Bob Dylan,
Minnie Riperton,
Radio Birdman,
Big Daddy Kane,
Todd Terry,
Moby Grape,
Yellowson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.