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 Mali and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Michael McDonald 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 Connie Case to the grime 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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Section 25,
John Holt,
Los Fastidios,
Ronan,
The Dave Clark Five,
The American Breed,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gichy Dan,
Todd Rundgren,
Sonny Sharrock,
Suicide,
Rufus Thomas,
The Knickerbockers,
The Dirtbombs,
Arab on Radar,
Cluster,
Bauhaus,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bang On A Can,
Neil Young,
Pagans,
Hashim,
Sonic Youth,
Quadrant,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Theoretical Girls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Bar-Kays,
Newcleus,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Shuggie Otis,
Pere Ubu,
Max Romeo,
Delon & Dalcan,
Skaos,
The Misunderstood,
Massinfluence,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mark Hollis,
Severed Heads,
Soul Sonic Force,
Interpol,
The Divine Comedy,
Archie Shepp,
Audionom,
Banda Bassotti,
Dave Gahan,
Gabor Szabo,
Negative Approach,
Icehouse,
The Last Poets,
Cal Tjader,
The Five Americans,
Radiohead,
Kerrie Biddell,
Radio Birdman,
Sister Nancy,
Judy Mowatt,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.