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 Madagascar and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the 808 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 Panda Bear to the disco 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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
David Axelrod,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Mojo Men,
Fugazi,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Tremeloes,
Black Sheep,
Minor Threat,
Gang Starr,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ludus,
Chris & Cosey,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kaleidoscope,
Derrick May,
The Seeds,
Deadbeat,
Joey Negro,
Delon & Dalcan,
Shuggie Otis,
Godley & Creme,
Absolute Body Control,
La Düsseldorf,
Wolf Eyes,
Radio Birdman,
Steve Hackett,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nils Olav,
Laurel Aitken,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Gories,
Jandek,
The Cramps,
The Skatalites,
Mad Mike,
Brothers Johnson,
The Pretty Things,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Brass Construction,
Agitation Free,
Mission of Burma,
Scott Walker,
Lindisfarne,
The Kinks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Sonics,
Bobby Sherman,
Scratch Acid,
Technova,
E-Dancer,
Erykah Badu,
Sam Rivers,
The Blackbyrds,
Depeche Mode,
Bill Near,
Simply Red,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.