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 Fiji and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the rock 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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
JFA,
Pagans,
Scientists,
The Dave Clark Five,
Laurel Aitken,
Crash Course in Science,
Sun City Girls,
Amon Düül II,
Jacques Brel,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lalann,
Harry Pussy,
Deadbeat,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Skatalites,
John Lydon,
The New Christs,
The Knickerbockers,
Aloha Tigers,
Sight & Sound,
Amon Düül,
The J.B.'s,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Real Kids,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Monks,
Echospace,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Oblivians,
Depeche Mode,
The Doors,
The Slackers,
Vladislav Delay,
The Techniques,
Man Parrish,
Harmonia,
Ossler,
Ken Boothe,
Gastr Del Sol,
Barbara Tucker,
Derrick May,
The Victims,
DNA,
Rakim,
Be Bop Deluxe,
John Cale,
Kerri Chandler,
Sugar Minott,
Quando Quango,
Fear,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Skriet,
Hashim,
Hardrive,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kenny Larkin,
D'Angelo,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.