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 Argentina and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 K-Klass to the funk 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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Ice-T,
James White and The Blacks,
D'Angelo,
Junior Murvin,
Oneida,
Newcleus,
The Detroit Cobras,
DJ Sneak,
48th St. Collective,
Silicon Teens,
The Litter,
Camouflage,
Liliput,
The Blues Magoos,
PIL,
The Moleskins,
Lou Christie,
The Techniques,
Idris Muhammad,
Ken Boothe,
Todd Rundgren,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jawbox,
Black Bananas,
Henry Cow,
Patti Smith,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Man Parrish,
Gang of Four,
L. Decosne,
Josef K,
Al Stewart,
Dual Sessions,
The Gun Club,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Depeche Mode,
Infiniti,
Black Flag,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Modern Lovers,
LL Cool J,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Funky Four + One,
Frankie Knuckles,
Roy Ayers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Althea and Donna,
Hot Snakes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Golliwogs,
Bobby Sherman,
Stiv Bators,
The Raincoats,
Circle Jerks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Chrome,
F. McDonald,
A Certain Ratio,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Motions,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.