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 Mongolia and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the techno 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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Pussy Galore,
Monolake,
Wally Richardson,
The Residents,
Reuben Wilson,
The Walker Brothers,
Blancmange,
Archie Shepp,
Das Ding,
Monks,
Marvin Gaye,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Birthday Party,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ronnie Foster,
Rakim,
Lalo Schifrin,
B.T. Express,
The Slackers,
Youth Brigade,
Letta Mbulu,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Crash Course in Science,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Gladiators,
Bronski Beat,
Bobby Womack,
Freddie Wadling,
Amon Düül II,
OOIOO,
Crooked Eye,
Sugar Minott,
ABC,
Yazoo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marshall Jefferson,
Subhumans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cameo,
Funkadelic,
Pole,
Agitation Free,
Joy Division,
The Leaves,
H. Thieme,
L. Decosne,
Excepter,
Boredoms,
Outsiders,
Deepchord,
Ken Boothe,
Rhythm & Sound,
Guru Guru,
David Bowie,
Section 25,
Rosa Yemen,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Buzzcocks,
Gang Starr,
Maleditus Sound,
Boz Scaggs,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.