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 Stockholm.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro 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 Terrestrial Tones to the dance 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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Byron Stingily,
Buzzcocks,
MC5,
KRS-One,
Television Personalities,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Chris & Cosey,
New York Dolls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tres Demented,
Al Stewart,
Flamin' Groovies,
Heaven 17,
Scratch Acid,
Spandau Ballet,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ultravox,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eurythmics,
Unwound,
Grey Daturas,
Gang Gang Dance,
Judy Mowatt,
F. McDonald,
The Buckinghams,
Juan Atkins,
Siglo XX,
The Fall,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Crooked Eye,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Magazine,
Camberwell Now,
Altered Images,
Ponytail,
Dual Sessions,
The Misunderstood,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Metal Thangz,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kurtis Blow,
Darondo,
David Bowie,
Jerry's Kids,
EPMD,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Slits,
Minutemen,
Fatback Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rapeman,
Henry Cow,
Ohio Players,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Flash Fearless,
Motorama,
Rhythm & Sound,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
John Cale,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.