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 Equatorial Guinea and from Shanghai.
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 London and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Scrapy to the grime 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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Erykah Badu,
Liliput,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Heaven 17,
Shuggie Otis,
E-Dancer,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tim Buckley,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Black Moon,
Marvin Gaye,
Agitation Free,
Trumans Water,
The Barracudas,
Suburban Knight,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fluxion,
Piero Umiliani,
Eric Dolphy,
Graham Central Station,
Kevin Saunderson,
Soft Cell,
The Cramps,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Das Ding,
a-ha,
CMW,
Metal Thangz,
Nas,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Slick Rick,
Minutemen,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Groovy Waters,
Jandek,
Marcia Griffiths,
Todd Rundgren,
ABC,
Crash Course in Science,
Soft Machine,
Boredoms,
The Stooges,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pagans,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Fuzztones,
Nation of Ulysses,
Reagan Youth,
John Cale,
Animal Collective,
John Foxx,
Cluster,
Janne Schatter,
Nils Olav,
Fat Boys,
Michelle Simonal,
Swans,
Sexual Harrassment,
X-101,
Bootsy Collins,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.