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 Mongolia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Robert Palmer 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 The Pretty Things to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
The American Breed,
Jandek,
Danielle Patucci,
Eve St. Jones,
The Black Dice,
Deadbeat,
Procol Harum,
The Mojo Men,
FM Einheit,
China Crisis,
Bill Wells,
10cc,
Cybotron,
kango's stein massive,
Matthew Halsall,
Gastr Del Sol,
Funkadelic,
ABBA,
Saccharine Trust,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Boz Scaggs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Camouflage,
The Blues Magoos,
Harry Pussy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rod Modell,
Blossom Toes,
Sound Behaviour,
The Remains,
The Gories,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Juan Atkins,
Joyce Sims,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Slackers,
Adolescents,
the Association,
The Moleskins,
Deakin,
Echospace,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Fall,
Nation of Ulysses,
Blake Baxter,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Kinks,
Janne Schatter,
Robert Görl,
Outsiders,
Rapeman,
John Coltrane,
The Motions,
Delon & Dalcan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sällskapet,
X-102,
Sugar Minott,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.