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 Comoros and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Q and Not U to the disco 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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pole,
Scrapy,
Yellowson,
Boredoms,
Basic Channel,
Gastr Del Sol,
Hot Snakes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cybotron,
The Index,
The Five Americans,
The Wake,
In Retrospect,
Banda Bassotti,
The Blackbyrds,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Man Eating Sloth,
Moby Grape,
Youth Brigade,
Radiohead,
Average White Band,
Supertramp,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Anakelly,
Isaac Hayes,
Depeche Mode,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Camouflage,
Johnny Clarke,
F. McDonald,
Brothers Johnson,
Sex Pistols,
The Mummies,
Alphaville,
Byron Stingily,
X-102,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Livin' Joy,
FM Einheit,
The Selecter,
The Birthday Party,
Interpol,
The Toasters,
Cecil Taylor,
Angry Samoans,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Spandau Ballet,
The Zeros,
Morten Harket,
Jeff Mills,
The Last Poets,
Young Marble Giants,
Nico,
Skriet,
The Cramps,
Joe Smooth,
Japan,
Prince Buster,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.