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 Cameroon and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 harpsichord 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 Moby Grape to the rap 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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Prince Buster,
Japan,
Nik Kershaw,
Youth Brigade,
Fad Gadget,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Newcleus,
Funkadelic,
Joey Negro,
8 Eyed Spy,
Robert Görl,
Patti Smith,
Bill Wells,
Radiopuhelimet,
Smog,
Flash Fearless,
Amon Düül II,
Severed Heads,
Scott Walker,
DJ Sneak,
Brick,
Eric Copeland,
Arab on Radar,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Los Fastidios,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Moss Icon,
Bronski Beat,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scion,
Panda Bear,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gang of Four,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Real Kids,
Grey Daturas,
Camouflage,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Electric Prunes,
Scan 7,
Kerri Chandler,
Harmonia,
Banda Bassotti,
OOIOO,
The Beau Brummels,
MDC,
Depeche Mode,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kurtis Blow,
Sugar Minott,
Ken Boothe,
The Victims,
Fugazi,
Avey Tare,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Crispian St. Peters,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.