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 Luxembourg and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 oboe 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 Gang Gang Dance to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Jeff Lynne,
Flash Fearless,
Dave Gahan,
Eric Dolphy,
Youth Brigade,
The Smiths,
Pharoah Sanders,
Amon Düül II,
Television,
Minor Threat,
Nils Olav,
Animal Collective,
The Monks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Erykah Badu,
Rotary Connection,
Tommy Roe,
David McCallum,
Fatback Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Crispy Ambulance,
These Immortal Souls,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Fuzztones,
The Index,
Ludus,
The Sonics,
Soft Cell,
Reuben Wilson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lou Reed,
Derrick May,
Eli Mardock,
Malaria!,
Pere Ubu,
Chris & Cosey,
Rod Modell,
Stereo Dub,
E-Dancer,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Index,
Pierre Henry,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eurythmics,
Television Personalities,
Bill Near,
X-102,
Excepter,
The Seeds,
Subhumans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cymande,
Rufus Thomas,
The Tremeloes,
OOIOO,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nik Kershaw,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
June Days,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.