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 Argentina and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 güiro 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 Motorama to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Pere Ubu,
Crispy Ambulance,
PIL,
Marmalade,
Television,
Oneida,
Neu!,
Surgeon,
Jesper Dahlback,
X-102,
the Human League,
Mad Mike,
Interpol,
Kaleidoscope,
The Index,
Second Layer,
Jeru the Damaja,
Franke,
Scratch Acid,
Lungfish,
The Smiths,
Los Fastidios,
the Slits,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Khruangbin,
Radiohead,
The Beau Brummels,
Rod Modell,
Silicon Teens,
Audionom,
Pierre Henry,
Scientists,
Traffic Nightmare,
Glambeats Corp.,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Black Moon,
Connie Case,
Donald Byrd,
Gabor Szabo,
Bluetip,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Juan Atkins,
Ice-T,
Wolf Eyes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Star Department,
Ludus,
These Immortal Souls,
James White and The Blacks,
John Holt,
Fatback Band,
The Black Dice,
The Fire Engines,
Aaron Thompson,
The Techniques,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gil Scott Heron,
Erasure,
Tom Boy,
The Toasters,
The Invisible,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.