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 Lesotho and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Standells to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Neu!,
Hashim,
Nirvana,
the Soft Cell,
the Normal,
Banda Bassotti,
The Dead C,
Arthur Verocai,
New York Dolls,
Moss Icon,
10cc,
Nik Kershaw,
Junior Murvin,
Darondo,
Yellowson,
The Standells,
Dawn Penn,
Kurtis Blow,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
DJ Style,
The Cosmic Jokers,
MDC,
Slick Rick,
Brand Nubian,
Joensuu 1685,
Thompson Twins,
Mr. Review,
Con Funk Shun,
the Bar-Kays,
Flamin' Groovies,
Barry Ungar,
Michelle Simonal,
The Neon Judgement,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Leonard Cohen,
Fatback Band,
T. Rex,
AZ,
Moebius,
Cameo,
Eli Mardock,
LL Cool J,
Radio Birdman,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Camberwell Now,
Ultra Naté,
Warren Ellis,
Unrelated Segments,
Lightning Bolt,
Jimmy McGriff,
Young Marble Giants,
The Gories,
Gong,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
David McCallum,
Maleditus Sound,
Popol Vuh,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Selecter,
Altered Images, Altered Images, Altered Images, Altered Images.
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.