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 Equatorial Guinea and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare 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 Trumans Water to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Mission of Burma,
the Sonics,
Tubeway Army,
Swell Maps,
The Fuzztones,
Jeff Mills,
Man Eating Sloth,
T. Rex,
Matthew Halsall,
Das Ding,
Spoonie Gee,
Chrome,
a-ha,
Spandau Ballet,
The Happenings,
Rotary Connection,
Terrestrial Tones,
Michelle Simonal,
Barry Ungar,
the Bar-Kays,
PIL,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Soft Machine,
Eurythmics,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joe Finger,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
David Bowie,
Masters at Work,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Neon Judgement,
In Retrospect,
Metal Thangz,
The Residents,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kayak,
Lightning Bolt,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
AZ,
the Soft Cell,
Camouflage,
Theoretical Girls,
Robert Hood,
The Index,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Henry Cow,
Motorama,
The Invisible,
Fort Wilson Riot,
EPMD,
F. McDonald,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Throbbing Gristle,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cymande,
X-102,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.