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 Montenegro and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 guitar 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 Lou Christie to the funk 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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
The Names,
Vladislav Delay,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Underground Resistance,
the Germs,
Alison Limerick,
Quantec,
The Monks,
Matthew Bourne,
Lyres,
Frankie Knuckles,
Smog,
Procol Harum,
June of 44,
The Smoke,
Andrew Hill,
Banda Bassotti,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tommy Roe,
The Moleskins,
Nils Olav,
The Knickerbockers,
B.T. Express,
Barbara Tucker,
10cc,
the Swans,
Clear Light,
Loose Ends,
LL Cool J,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marvin Gaye,
Black Pus,
Technova,
Gang of Four,
Terry Callier,
The Residents,
Donny Hathaway,
Angry Samoans,
Accadde A,
L. Decosne,
The Move,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Soul II Soul,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gabor Szabo,
Chrome,
Tropical Tobacco,
Siglo XX,
The Fugs,
Franke,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Boogie Down Productions,
The New Christs,
Blossom Toes,
Man Parrish,
Brass Construction,
Deakin,
X-Ray Spex,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.