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 Kuwait 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 rhodes 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 Hardrive to the dance 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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Frankie Knuckles,
8 Eyed Spy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Josef K,
Flash Fearless,
Todd Rundgren,
The Music Machine,
The Moody Blues,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
June of 44,
Sister Nancy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scion,
Ludus,
The Gun Club,
One Last Wish,
Barbara Tucker,
Junior Murvin,
The Fortunes,
Lou Christie,
Subhumans,
Tropical Tobacco,
Scan 7,
Essential Logic,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Kinks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Aswad,
Suicide,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mr. Review,
Tommy Roe,
Pere Ubu,
The Motions,
Don Cherry,
Public Image Ltd.,
Reuben Wilson,
L. Decosne,
Lakeside,
Howard Jones,
Scientists,
DJ Sneak,
Drexciya,
The Zeros,
Supertramp,
Oblivians,
Loose Ends,
Eddi Front,
Nick Fraelich,
DJ Style,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Gang of Four,
Marvin Gaye,
Harmonia,
Barrington Levy,
FM Einheit,
Q and Not U,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.