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 Czech Republic and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jerry's Kids to the rap 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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Porter Ricks,
Black Moon,
Tears for Fears,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Doobie Brothers,
Byron Stingily,
This Heat,
Hashim,
Joyce Sims,
Joy Division,
The Black Dice,
Jesper Dahlback,
Yusef Lateef,
Magazine,
Joey Negro,
UT,
Eurythmics,
Bobby Sherman,
Al Stewart,
Crispy Ambulance,
Radio Birdman,
Zero Boys,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Warsaw,
The Evens,
Wolf Eyes,
the Association,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lou Christie,
The Angels of Light,
Interpol,
Urselle,
Depeche Mode,
the Swans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Animal Collective,
Fela Kuti,
Banda Bassotti,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Magma,
Joensuu 1685,
Khruangbin,
Wire,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Stetsasonic,
Monks,
Cymande,
Subhumans,
Ornette Coleman,
Ossler,
Rapeman,
Stiv Bators,
Chrome,
June Days,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dark Day,
Spandau Ballet,
A Certain Ratio,
Ronnie Foster,
The Monks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.