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 Zambia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sixth Finger to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Blossom Toes,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Real Kids,
Grey Daturas,
Ituana,
Bluetip,
Wasted Youth,
The Names,
Roxy Music,
Cluster,
Quantec,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ronan,
Mandrill,
The Associates,
Byron Stingily,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Joe Finger,
Judy Mowatt,
Bill Near,
Kas Product,
ABBA,
Brick,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sparks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sun City Girls,
Yusef Lateef,
Dave Gahan,
Lightning Bolt,
Basic Channel,
Aloha Tigers,
Henry Cow,
Drive Like Jehu,
John Cale,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Last Poets,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gong,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Black Dice,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Anthony Braxton,
Simply Red,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Glambeats Corp.,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Half Japanese,
Mary Jane Girls,
Section 25,
X-102,
The Fall,
L. Decosne,
Swans,
Junior Murvin,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.