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 Equatorial Guinea and from Accra.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 808 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 Massinfluence to the jazz 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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Heaven 17,
Mo-Dettes,
Jacques Brel,
Howard Jones,
Flash Fearless,
Wolf Eyes,
Lucky Dragons,
Juan Atkins,
Scientists,
Pierre Henry,
Pere Ubu,
The Litter,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Saints,
Bob Dylan,
Steve Hackett,
World's Most,
Reagan Youth,
48th St. Collective,
Schoolly D,
Electric Prunes,
Piero Umiliani,
Television Personalities,
Freddie Wadling,
Ralphi Rosario,
David Axelrod,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Patti Smith,
PIL,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lightning Bolt,
Gang Starr,
Todd Rundgren,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Zero Boys,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Wake,
Harry Pussy,
Tubeway Army,
Arab on Radar,
Interpol,
Jeff Mills,
L. Decosne,
Spandau Ballet,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Neon Judgement,
Soft Machine,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pantaleimon,
Morten Harket,
Absolute Body Control,
Tres Demented,
The Move,
Derrick Morgan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Infiniti,
Black Pus,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Robert Hood,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.