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 Latvia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
The Sound,
The Walker Brothers,
The Music Machine,
Blake Baxter,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Donald Byrd,
Sight & Sound,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Steve Hackett,
The Barracudas,
Maleditus Sound,
Accadde A,
Bill Near,
Suicide,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Knickerbockers,
The Victims,
The New Christs,
Index,
Danielle Patucci,
Skriet,
Faust,
The Motions,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lou Christie,
Barry Ungar,
Grey Daturas,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bauhaus,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
AZ,
Mantronix,
Vladislav Delay,
Don Cherry,
Deakin,
The Mummies,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Patti Smith,
Nico,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pussy Galore,
Sonic Youth,
The Alarm Clocks,
Aswad,
Young Marble Giants,
Bootsy Collins,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Gories,
Tim Buckley,
Yusef Lateef,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fugazi,
Rakim,
X-101,
Ossler,
Anakelly,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.