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 Ivory Coast and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the marimba 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 Moebius to the disco 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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Banda Bassotti,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Seeds,
Suburban Knight,
Agent Orange,
Unwound,
Throbbing Gristle,
Adolescents,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Livin' Joy,
Bobby Womack,
B.T. Express,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Goldenarms,
Ronnie Foster,
Youth Brigade,
Black Pus,
Skaos,
Al Stewart,
Porter Ricks,
Rotary Connection,
Black Sheep,
The Victims,
Roy Ayers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jeff Lynne,
Theoretical Girls,
A Certain Ratio,
The Beau Brummels,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Soul II Soul,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Glenn Branca,
Rufus Thomas,
Basic Channel,
Sex Pistols,
Kas Product,
La Düsseldorf,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Saints,
Absolute Body Control,
The Young Rascals,
Smog,
Pussy Galore,
OOIOO,
The Toasters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Dead C,
The Index,
Derrick Morgan,
David McCallum,
Cluster,
Mo-Dettes,
Gang Starr,
Crispian St. Peters,
Whodini,
The Zeros,
Maleditus Sound,
The Smiths,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.