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 Uruguay and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Nas to the rock 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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Stereo Dub,
The Real Kids,
The Beau Brummels,
Camberwell Now,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Darondo,
Colin Newman,
Basic Channel,
The Martian,
The Wake,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Bar-Kays,
Marvin Gaye,
Boogie Down Productions,
Parry Music,
The Names,
Mars,
Kayak,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Groovy Waters,
The Selecter,
the Association,
Scan 7,
Ice-T,
The Move,
Terry Callier,
Metal Thangz,
Ken Boothe,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dawn Penn,
The Sound,
Jerry's Kids,
Toni Rubio,
Minny Pops,
Carl Craig,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ultravox,
Morten Harket,
DJ Sneak,
Cal Tjader,
AZ,
Moss Icon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nirvana,
Anthony Braxton,
Mo-Dettes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Offenders,
The Slackers,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.