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 Bangladesh and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 linndrum 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 Pere Ubu to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Eden Ahbez,
Skriet,
Soulsonic Force,
Throbbing Gristle,
John Cale,
Fluxion,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sex Pistols,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Magma,
China Crisis,
Kerri Chandler,
Cluster,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
EPMD,
Dark Day,
Bizarre Inc.,
Matthew Bourne,
Mad Mike,
Half Japanese,
Altered Images,
The Music Machine,
Gang Green,
the Soft Cell,
Surgeon,
FM Einheit,
Unwound,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Agent Orange,
Lalann,
Young Marble Giants,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Cowsills,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Kinks,
Faust,
Josef K,
A Certain Ratio,
Suburban Knight,
Metal Thangz,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Martian,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Electric Prunes,
Mo-Dettes,
Wings,
Circle Jerks,
The Raincoats,
The Grass Roots,
The Toasters,
One Last Wish,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Radiohead,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Monolake,
The Associates,
Trumans Water,
Sarah Menescal,
Black Moon,
Rapeman,
The New Christs,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.