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 Liechtenstein and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 The Offenders to the funk 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 Busters. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a H. Thieme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Groovy Waters,
The Blackbyrds,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Section 25,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gichy Dan,
Boredoms,
Television,
X-Ray Spex,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Subhumans,
Howard Jones,
Gang Gang Dance,
Minnie Riperton,
The Young Rascals,
Connie Case,
Motorama,
Rites of Spring,
Wolf Eyes,
Shoche,
Flash Fearless,
Khruangbin,
The Monks,
Roxy Music,
Todd Terry,
The Doors,
The Divine Comedy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fela Kuti,
The Star Department,
Duran Duran,
Jeff Mills,
Urselle,
The Slackers,
Camouflage,
Cheater Slicks,
Minor Threat,
Eli Mardock,
Pet Shop Boys,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
LL Cool J,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Technova,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Moebius,
Junior Murvin,
Johnny Clarke,
Marmalade,
The Golliwogs,
The Fuzztones,
Sun City Girls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Audionom,
Ronnie Foster,
Matthew Halsall,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Stooges,
The Standells,
Henry Cow,
The United States of America,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.