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 South Africa and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Glasgow.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Curtis Mayfield to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Chris & Cosey,
Y Pants,
The Blackbyrds,
Country Teasers,
PIL,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Boz Scaggs,
Roy Ayers,
Rotary Connection,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Birthday Party,
Black Bananas,
Alphaville,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Neon Judgement,
Eden Ahbez,
Ultra Naté,
Loose Ends,
The Gories,
David Bowie,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Easy Going,
Mark Hollis,
The Names,
Japan,
Harmonia,
Curtis Mayfield,
John Holt,
Brothers Johnson,
Lindisfarne,
Eli Mardock,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Silicon Teens,
Eurythmics,
Monolake,
Camberwell Now,
The Motions,
New Order,
Rapeman,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Real Kids,
Kas Product,
The Moody Blues,
Basic Channel,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Albert Ayler,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rod Modell,
Dorothy Ashby,
Juan Atkins,
Jeru the Damaja,
Hot Snakes,
Goldenarms,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fatback Band,
Barry Ungar,
Mr. Review,
Mo-Dettes,
Avey Tare,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.