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 India and from Taipei.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the güiro 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 Alphaville to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
The Associates,
Charles Mingus,
Stiv Bators,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Yaz,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cecil Taylor,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Susan Cadogan,
Ludus,
Cybotron,
The Divine Comedy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Saccharine Trust,
Peter and Kerry,
Soul II Soul,
Eric Copeland,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rufus Thomas,
The Moody Blues,
Marc Almond,
Swans,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Wake,
E-Dancer,
the Germs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Skaos,
Jeff Mills,
Glenn Branca,
China Crisis,
48th St. Collective,
Black Bananas,
Swell Maps,
Negative Approach,
Hardrive,
Make Up,
Eurythmics,
Moby Grape,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Moebius,
Faraquet,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Fortunes,
Bobby Womack,
The Mummies,
Depeche Mode,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jesper Dahlback,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Pretty Things,
Reagan Youth,
Public Enemy,
Schoolly D,
Connie Case,
Robert Wyatt,
Yusef Lateef,
Maleditus Sound,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Durutti Column,
The Fire Engines,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.