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 Costa Rica 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
The Mojo Men,
Suburban Knight,
The Velvet Underground,
Lebanon Hanover,
Zapp,
Wally Richardson,
David McCallum,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nirvana,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kayak,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Normal,
The Victims,
Funkadelic,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Man Parrish,
Marvin Gaye,
The Young Rascals,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Das Ding,
Little Man,
Faraquet,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Pop Group,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pole,
ABC,
Cal Tjader,
Unrelated Segments,
The Stooges,
Sun Ra,
the Swans,
Ice-T,
Flamin' Groovies,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Erasure,
Kurtis Blow,
The Grass Roots,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mo-Dettes,
Intrusion,
Chris Corsano,
Letta Mbulu,
Easy Going,
Black Pus,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Brass Construction,
Bill Near,
Youth Brigade,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Suicide,
FM Einheit,
Pulsallama,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rekid,
Joe Finger,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Cowsills,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.