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 Serbia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 David Bowie 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 Ludus to the rock 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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Zapp,
Eric B and Rakim,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Black Sheep,
Icehouse,
Gang Starr,
Q65,
Aswad,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Dirtbombs,
Althea and Donna,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Matthew Bourne,
Vainqueur,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Star Department,
Minnie Riperton,
Sexual Harrassment,
Siglo XX,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scan 7,
The Modern Lovers,
Marine Girls,
June of 44,
New Age Steppers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Grauzone,
Ken Boothe,
Peter & Gordon,
a-ha,
Gregory Isaacs,
Smog,
Cecil Taylor,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jeff Mills,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Litter,
Donny Hathaway,
Cymande,
Nils Olav,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Isaac Hayes,
the Soft Cell,
Michelle Simonal,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Graham Central Station,
the Slits,
The Golliwogs,
Saccharine Trust,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lyres,
Moby Grape,
Cybotron,
The Busters,
Lee Hazlewood,
Zero Boys,
Funky Four + One,
Kaleidoscope,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.