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 Cape Verde and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin 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 X-Ray Spex to the techno 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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Letta Mbulu,
Pulsallama,
Scott Walker,
the Fania All-Stars,
Porter Ricks,
E-Dancer,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Moody Blues,
The Blues Magoos,
Ohio Players,
Gong,
Juan Atkins,
Ronnie Foster,
New Age Steppers,
Colin Newman,
Shuggie Otis,
Michelle Simonal,
Bobby Hutcherson,
China Crisis,
Model 500,
Cheater Slicks,
Blake Baxter,
Carl Craig,
John Holt,
Alice Coltrane,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Blossom Toes,
Arcadia,
Chrome,
The Last Poets,
Q65,
Soulsonic Force,
Marvin Gaye,
Babytalk,
Wasted Youth,
Wolf Eyes,
L. Decosne,
Kerrie Biddell,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Toasters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Supertramp,
Prince Buster,
Mandrill,
The Fall,
Lyres,
Sound Behaviour,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Offenders,
Eurythmics,
a-ha,
Sexual Harrassment,
Drexciya,
Vladislav Delay,
Scion,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sugar Minott,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.