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 Peru and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Fluxion to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Funky Four + One,
The Raincoats,
The Black Dice,
Wally Richardson,
Black Pus,
Piero Umiliani,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
FM Einheit,
Royal Trux,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Babytalk,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Robert Hood,
Stereo Dub,
Lakeside,
Blossom Toes,
Slick Rick,
OOIOO,
Flamin' Groovies,
Moby Grape,
LL Cool J,
CMW,
AZ,
KRS-One,
Whodini,
Pharoah Sanders,
Deepchord,
the Soft Cell,
Boogie Down Productions,
Maleditus Sound,
Chris & Cosey,
The Sound,
Clear Light,
ABBA,
Spoonie Gee,
Erykah Badu,
Thompson Twins,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Minnie Riperton,
Hashim,
Deadbeat,
The Slackers,
Pere Ubu,
Donald Byrd,
The Cowsills,
Los Fastidios,
Roxy Music,
Neil Young,
Youth Brigade,
Ohio Players,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Junior Murvin,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jacob Miller,
Arthur Verocai,
X-Ray Spex,
Isaac Hayes,
Fela Kuti,
Jandek,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.