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 Ivory Coast 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 DJ Style to the grunge 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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gabor Szabo,
Ludus,
John Lydon,
Sun Ra,
Talk Talk,
Theoretical Girls,
Blake Baxter,
Matthew Bourne,
Robert Hood,
The Cure,
Main Source,
Terrestrial Tones,
Electric Prunes,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Sonics,
Joe Finger,
Shoche,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Hardrive,
Television Personalities,
The Knickerbockers,
Basic Channel,
Funkadelic,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ronnie Foster,
Shuggie Otis,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jawbox,
Gerry Rafferty,
Schoolly D,
John Coltrane,
Glambeats Corp.,
E-Dancer,
Soul Sonic Force,
Aaron Thompson,
X-101,
Flash Fearless,
Lightning Bolt,
Curtis Mayfield,
Glenn Branca,
Amon Düül,
Crime,
Leonard Cohen,
Inner City,
Warren Ellis,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
John Cale,
New Age Steppers,
Prince Buster,
Section 25,
The Mummies,
The New Christs,
The Pop Group,
Livin' Joy,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Young Rascals,
K-Klass,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.