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 Australia and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Donald Fagen 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 Niagra to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bluetip,
Radio Birdman,
Jerry's Kids,
Massinfluence,
Zapp,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Agitation Free,
Kenny Larkin,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Cure,
The Offenders,
Tears for Fears,
Banda Bassotti,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Echospace,
The Gladiators,
X-101,
The Gories,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pierre Henry,
Mo-Dettes,
The Martian,
Pantytec,
Joe Finger,
Gil Scott Heron,
Warsaw,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Pretty Things,
Fatback Band,
Surgeon,
Crooked Eye,
Heaven 17,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Stiv Bators,
The Flesh Eaters,
Camouflage,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nation of Ulysses,
The New Christs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pussy Galore,
Janne Schatter,
Royal Trux,
Los Fastidios,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Unrelated Segments,
New York Dolls,
FM Einheit,
Average White Band,
Peter and Kerry,
The Knickerbockers,
Pylon,
Iggy Pop,
Sarah Menescal,
Eden Ahbez,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Funky Four + One,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.