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 Sierra Leone and from Shanghai.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Nile Rodgers 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 the Fania All-Stars to the jazz 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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Warren Ellis,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Normal,
The Moody Blues,
Wasted Youth,
The Angels of Light,
Black Pus,
F. McDonald,
the Bar-Kays,
Pylon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Parry Music,
Delta 5,
The New Christs,
Tim Buckley,
Marvin Gaye,
Negative Approach,
Stiv Bators,
Yaz,
Freddie Wadling,
The Fuzztones,
Shuggie Otis,
John Cale,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
John Holt,
R.M.O.,
Brass Construction,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Grass Roots,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Glenn Branca,
Dual Sessions,
cv313,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lyres,
PIL,
The Mummies,
The Dead C,
Sex Pistols,
FM Einheit,
The Slackers,
Sandy B,
Sun City Girls,
Crispian St. Peters,
David Axelrod,
Boz Scaggs,
Lalann,
a-ha,
Sällskapet,
Television,
Goldenarms,
Main Source,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Minny Pops,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fad Gadget,
Hardrive,
10cc,
Ultra Naté,
Erykah Badu,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.