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 Lesotho and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Silicon Teens to the techno 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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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 Offenders,
Kas Product,
Funky Four + One,
Traffic Nightmare,
Animal Collective,
Derrick May,
Smog,
Groovy Waters,
Motorama,
In Retrospect,
Throbbing Gristle,
Skaos,
The Young Rascals,
The Cure,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Outsiders,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rod Modell,
Terrestrial Tones,
X-101,
the Bar-Kays,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kaleidoscope,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dawn Penn,
Electric Prunes,
Glenn Branca,
the Swans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Agitation Free,
Jeru the Damaja,
Todd Terry,
LL Cool J,
Easy Going,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Babytalk,
Model 500,
a-ha,
Das Ding,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mission of Burma,
The Mummies,
Crooked Eye,
Kenny Larkin,
Khruangbin,
Whodini,
Aloha Tigers,
Lower 48,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Flash Fearless,
Average White Band,
Gang of Four,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Metal Thangz,
Ralphi Rosario,
UT,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Matthew Bourne,
Patti Smith,
Zapp,
the Human League,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.