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 Seychelles and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the oboe 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 Au Pairs to the rap 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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
The Angels of Light,
Danielle Patucci,
The Skatalites,
Matthew Bourne,
Oblivians,
Pere Ubu,
Cluster,
L. Decosne,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Offenders,
Subhumans,
Tears for Fears,
Eden Ahbez,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Junior Murvin,
Stiv Bators,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sam Rivers,
Black Sheep,
Dawn Penn,
Underground Resistance,
Ralphi Rosario,
Man Parrish,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mo-Dettes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kerrie Biddell,
Letta Mbulu,
Surgeon,
Cybotron,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Crash Course in Science,
The Fugs,
Mission of Burma,
Newcleus,
Lou Christie,
Janne Schatter,
The Blues Magoos,
Morten Harket,
The Sound,
La Düsseldorf,
DJ Style,
Dual Sessions,
Metal Thangz,
Jesper Dahlback,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jawbox,
Chrome,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Harry Pussy,
MC5,
Quando Quango,
Joe Finger,
Loose Ends,
Sandy B,
Fluxion,
Matthew Halsall,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gong,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.