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 Suriname and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 guitar 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 Mo-Dettes to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Techniques,
Soul II Soul,
Hoover,
Aural Exciters,
ABBA,
The Smoke,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tomorrow,
Nils Olav,
Roger Hodgson,
Section 25,
Derrick May,
Radiohead,
Kayak,
The Dead C,
Lightning Bolt,
Massinfluence,
The Buckinghams,
Hardrive,
F. McDonald,
Bill Near,
Stetsasonic,
Urselle,
Donald Byrd,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The New Christs,
Terrestrial Tones,
D'Angelo,
Altered Images,
Bobby Sherman,
Tom Boy,
Shuggie Otis,
Lou Reed,
The Divine Comedy,
These Immortal Souls,
The Invisible,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Khruangbin,
Yellowson,
The Seeds,
Maleditus Sound,
Kas Product,
China Crisis,
Talk Talk,
Radio Birdman,
Pantytec,
Hashim,
Youth Brigade,
Sister Nancy,
Gang Gang Dance,
In Retrospect,
Technova,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Motorama,
Negative Approach,
Sex Pistols,
Crime,
Rapeman,
Marshall Jefferson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Chris & Cosey,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marc Almond,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.