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 Armenia and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Scientists to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Youth Brigade,
John Lydon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Electric Prunes,
Smog,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
B.T. Express,
Cal Tjader,
Alphaville,
Vladislav Delay,
Kevin Saunderson,
Carl Craig,
Livin' Joy,
Minny Pops,
Negative Approach,
Sällskapet,
Beasts of Bourbon,
kango's stein massive,
Marine Girls,
Dual Sessions,
Intrusion,
Theoretical Girls,
Junior Murvin,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Blake Baxter,
Althea and Donna,
Delta 5,
Amon Düül,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Monolake,
The Vogues,
Howard Jones,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ludus,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Red Krayola,
Todd Rundgren,
ABBA,
Blossom Toes,
James White and The Blacks,
Duran Duran,
The Techniques,
One Last Wish,
The United States of America,
Deepchord,
Man Eating Sloth,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joe Finger,
Bobby Byrd,
Eric B and Rakim,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Germs,
a-ha,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
AZ,
Curtis Mayfield,
Essential Logic,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.