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 Mali and from Jakarta.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Fugs to the funk 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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
DJ Sneak,
Cheater Slicks,
Surgeon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Fuzztones,
Minnie Riperton,
The Last Poets,
Oblivians,
The Blackbyrds,
Alphaville,
Main Source,
Quadrant,
Bush Tetras,
Gang Starr,
U.S. Maple,
Procol Harum,
The Victims,
Max Romeo,
The Martian,
Wire,
MC5,
Juan Atkins,
Angry Samoans,
Jacques Brel,
The Cramps,
UT,
Schoolly D,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Neu!,
Q65,
Kerrie Biddell,
Duran Duran,
Slick Rick,
Tommy Roe,
Robert Hood,
The Five Americans,
Simply Red,
Marc Almond,
Rekid,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nico,
Mad Mike,
The Mummies,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Graham Central Station,
Buzzcocks,
Ituana,
Grey Daturas,
Colin Newman,
Godley & Creme,
Sonic Youth,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jawbox,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.