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 Gambia and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Juan Atkins to the crunk 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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Pole,
Monolake,
Thompson Twins,
This Heat,
Half Japanese,
Average White Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ten City,
Curtis Mayfield,
Spoonie Gee,
Cheater Slicks,
Von Mondo,
The Litter,
The Residents,
Quadrant,
China Crisis,
David Bowie,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Barracudas,
Symarip,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
MDC,
Stetsasonic,
Aloha Tigers,
Derrick Morgan,
Gichy Dan,
The Gun Club,
the Normal,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sällskapet,
Sexual Harrassment,
Groovy Waters,
Dual Sessions,
Icehouse,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Shadows of Knight,
48th St. Collective,
Shoche,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
D'Angelo,
Jandek,
John Coltrane,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Grandmaster Flash,
John Cale,
Sun City Girls,
Minor Threat,
Archie Shepp,
Silicon Teens,
Niagra,
Lindisfarne,
Crash Course in Science,
Bush Tetras,
Swans,
New Order,
Grauzone,
Youth Brigade,
Todd Terry,
Desert Stars,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.