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 Eritrea and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe 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 Loose Ends to the crunk 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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
U.S. Maple,
T. Rex,
Zapp,
Pet Shop Boys,
Accadde A,
Yusef Lateef,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Derrick May,
Dave Gahan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eve St. Jones,
Khruangbin,
Fad Gadget,
Jerry's Kids,
The Blackbyrds,
Archie Shepp,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eurythmics,
Isaac Hayes,
The Motions,
Joe Smooth,
Mission of Burma,
Whodini,
Sight & Sound,
Bush Tetras,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lou Reed,
The Seeds,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pantaleimon,
Rapeman,
Kayak,
Yazoo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Black Dice,
Eric Copeland,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Normal,
The Names,
Theoretical Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bronski Beat,
Ralphi Rosario,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
James White and The Blacks,
Crime,
Von Mondo,
Technova,
Liliput,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ten City,
The Five Americans,
The Raincoats,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Slits,
Hashim,
Sister Nancy,
Funkadelic,
Country Teasers,
Agitation Free,
Stetsasonic,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.