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 Singapore and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 David Bowie 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 Chrome to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Can,
Scion,
The Fire Engines,
Spandau Ballet,
The Monks,
Flash Fearless,
The Victims,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Audionom,
The Gladiators,
Charles Mingus,
Tres Demented,
Sound Behaviour,
Tommy Roe,
Sarah Menescal,
Steve Hackett,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sällskapet,
Babytalk,
Alice Coltrane,
The Count Five,
Toni Rubio,
Heaven 17,
Agitation Free,
X-Ray Spex,
China Crisis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nirvana,
Cheater Slicks,
The Buckinghams,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Agent Orange,
Public Image Ltd.,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dual Sessions,
Slave,
The Move,
Pulsallama,
CMW,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lakeside,
The American Breed,
One Last Wish,
Clear Light,
Freddie Wadling,
Quadrant,
The Five Americans,
Jandek,
E-Dancer,
In Retrospect,
Lightning Bolt,
Cybotron,
New Age Steppers,
Los Fastidios,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cymande,
Girls At Our Best!,
Joyce Sims,
Barrington Levy,
Tears for Fears,
Nils Olav,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.