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 New Zealand and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the electroclash 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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Ossler,
Oneida,
Delon & Dalcan,
Banda Bassotti,
The Fuzztones,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Juan Atkins,
Fela Kuti,
The Red Krayola,
Scientists,
Fad Gadget,
Mad Mike,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Camouflage,
Groovy Waters,
Idris Muhammad,
Soulsonic Force,
Make Up,
Sound Behaviour,
The Count Five,
Rod Modell,
Dawn Penn,
the Fania All-Stars,
UT,
the Sonics,
Wasted Youth,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bob Dylan,
Derrick May,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cybotron,
Sight & Sound,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Chrome,
Bobby Byrd,
10cc,
Howard Jones,
The Dirtbombs,
the Bar-Kays,
Bush Tetras,
Vainqueur,
Funkadelic,
Tom Boy,
Ludus,
Shoche,
David Axelrod,
Boredoms,
Flamin' Groovies,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Q65,
Andrew Hill,
Davy DMX,
Heaven 17,
Althea and Donna,
Bronski Beat,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Skaos,
Thee Headcoats,
Faraquet,
Ohio Players,
Roy Ayers,
Eve St. Jones,
Bauhaus,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.