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 South Africa and from London.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
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 Roxy Music to the grunge 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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Byron Stingily,
Negative Approach,
OOIOO,
Charles Mingus,
Fela Kuti,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mo-Dettes,
Schoolly D,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jacob Miller,
Marvin Gaye,
Freddie Wadling,
The Invisible,
Cameo,
Zapp,
World's Most,
Shuggie Otis,
Echospace,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Simply Red,
Drexciya,
Country Teasers,
Ohio Players,
Gichy Dan,
The Doors,
Sister Nancy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Vainqueur,
The Gun Club,
Tres Demented,
Surgeon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scan 7,
Cybotron,
Fluxion,
KRS-One,
Accadde A,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Hardrive,
EPMD,
Alton Ellis,
John Cale,
the Swans,
Dawn Penn,
The Smiths,
Jesper Dahlback,
New Order,
The Cure,
Jacques Brel,
Oneida,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Inner City,
Heaven 17,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.