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 Maldives and from Madrid.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sun City Girls to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Technova,
Whodini,
Boredoms,
Crash Course in Science,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Icehouse,
Depeche Mode,
The Divine Comedy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jacques Brel,
Mary Jane Girls,
Parry Music,
The Slackers,
The Pop Group,
CMW,
Maurizio,
The Golliwogs,
Michelle Simonal,
Juan Atkins,
The Martian,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
James White and The Blacks,
Iggy Pop,
The Raincoats,
Don Cherry,
Blake Baxter,
Section 25,
Carl Craig,
The Stooges,
Aloha Tigers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Vladislav Delay,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Busters,
New Order,
Sixth Finger,
The Knickerbockers,
Deepchord,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Neon Judgement,
DJ Sneak,
Lucky Dragons,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Moody Blues,
Nation of Ulysses,
Andrew Hill,
Public Enemy,
Hot Snakes,
Stetsasonic,
Cecil Taylor,
The Barracudas,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Blancmange,
Los Fastidios,
David Axelrod,
Max Romeo,
Monks,
June Days,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The J.B.'s,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.