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 Grenada and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Dead Boys to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Dual Sessions,
MDC,
The Slackers,
Make Up,
Kerrie Biddell,
Television,
Ludus,
Au Pairs,
Chrome,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Skatalites,
The Angels of Light,
DJ Sneak,
Urselle,
Spoonie Gee,
CMW,
Royal Trux,
The Techniques,
The Associates,
Bill Wells,
Davy DMX,
L. Decosne,
Icehouse,
The Real Kids,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lou Christie,
Soul II Soul,
Mars,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Curtis Mayfield,
Theoretical Girls,
Danielle Patucci,
Unrelated Segments,
Rotary Connection,
Ohio Players,
The Invisible,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Peter and Kerry,
Moebius,
Byron Stingily,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Fire Engines,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
China Crisis,
Sun Ra,
Ituana,
Jacques Brel,
The Martian,
Lalann,
Crash Course in Science,
Easy Going,
Barry Ungar,
Radio Birdman,
Jeff Lynne,
Monks,
Darondo,
Das Ding,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.