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 India and from Bremen.
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 Cairo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 ABBA to the rock 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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Colin Newman,
Fatback Band,
The Busters,
Fear,
Rekid,
Robert Görl,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lower 48,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tubeway Army,
The Sonics,
The Skatalites,
Index,
The Fire Engines,
The Gories,
Joe Finger,
Das Ding,
Deakin,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Black Dice,
Marvin Gaye,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
These Immortal Souls,
Josef K,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Panda Bear,
The Barracudas,
Juan Atkins,
Eli Mardock,
June Days,
Grey Daturas,
Funky Four + One,
The Music Machine,
Ken Boothe,
Mary Jane Girls,
Johnny Osbourne,
Y Pants,
Letta Mbulu,
Stereo Dub,
PIL,
Boredoms,
Kas Product,
Pere Ubu,
Lindisfarne,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fela Kuti,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Slick Rick,
The Real Kids,
Roxy Music,
Brick,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Seeds,
The Moleskins,
Cal Tjader,
Gichy Dan,
the Association,
Barry Ungar,
Jimmy McGriff,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.