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 Angola and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 rhodes 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 Main Source to the techno 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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Tres Demented,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
T. Rex,
Skaos,
ABC,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Toasters,
L. Decosne,
Lightning Bolt,
Ludus,
Ronnie Foster,
Arab on Radar,
Susan Cadogan,
Henry Cow,
The Durutti Column,
Minnie Riperton,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Outsiders,
Fluxion,
Pere Ubu,
Inner City,
Deepchord,
U.S. Maple,
June Days,
Electric Prunes,
Charles Mingus,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scrapy,
The Monks,
Quantec,
Judy Mowatt,
Gong,
X-101,
Delta 5,
Soft Cell,
Royal Trux,
Sound Behaviour,
James White and The Blacks,
John Holt,
Eddi Front,
Funkadelic,
Joe Smooth,
Soulsonic Force,
Traffic Nightmare,
Monolake,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fela Kuti,
Little Man,
Ponytail,
Cameo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Real Kids,
The Leaves,
Toni Rubio,
Lalann,
Oneida,
CMW,
Wolf Eyes,
X-102,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.