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 St Lucia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin 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 Dirtbombs to the techno 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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Lalann,
Marc Almond,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Arab on Radar,
Grey Daturas,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Subhumans,
Andrew Hill,
Technova,
Rapeman,
the Normal,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Public Enemy,
Roger Hodgson,
Stiv Bators,
Ultimate Spinach,
Josef K,
Bang On A Can,
Pole,
cv313,
Chris & Cosey,
Gang Starr,
Yazoo,
Eric Dolphy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Shuggie Otis,
Archie Shepp,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Kinks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
X-102,
Unrelated Segments,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Modern Lovers,
The Smoke,
Graham Central Station,
Black Sheep,
MC5,
Jeff Mills,
The Buckinghams,
Reagan Youth,
The Moody Blues,
Wire,
kango's stein massive,
Robert Görl,
Glenn Branca,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Anthony Braxton,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marvin Gaye,
Bob Dylan,
The Fuzztones,
Kerrie Biddell,
Derrick Morgan,
Fluxion,
The Golliwogs,
The Dirtbombs,
Country Teasers,
Franke,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.