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 Tunisia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 DNA to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Jerry's Kids,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Blossom Toes,
Scratch Acid,
Electric Prunes,
Wings,
Isaac Hayes,
Little Man,
ABBA,
The Searchers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Junior Murvin,
Anakelly,
Half Japanese,
Fad Gadget,
Soft Machine,
Shuggie Otis,
Morten Harket,
The Sound,
Soul Sonic Force,
Skarface,
Inner City,
The Pretty Things,
Charles Mingus,
The Trojans,
Fugazi,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nils Olav,
PIL,
In Retrospect,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Echospace,
Ponytail,
Jeff Mills,
Underground Resistance,
Wally Richardson,
Skriet,
Chris & Cosey,
Sonny Sharrock,
New Order,
The Knickerbockers,
Robert Görl,
The Neon Judgement,
Suburban Knight,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marc Almond,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Graham Central Station,
Nico,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rufus Thomas,
The Five Americans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cameo,
Basic Channel,
Fluxion,
David McCallum,
Bobby Byrd,
Kool Moe Dee,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.