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 Zambia and from Halifax.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
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 Mantronix to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
The Buckinghams,
Bluetip,
Rakim,
Icehouse,
Robert Hood,
Wasted Youth,
X-101,
Ronnie Foster,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Cure,
The Motions,
The Blackbyrds,
Trumans Water,
The Real Kids,
The American Breed,
CMW,
Gregory Isaacs,
One Last Wish,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Iggy Pop,
Echospace,
Frankie Knuckles,
Hasil Adkins,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Trojans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Easy Going,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Duran Duran,
Quando Quango,
Blossom Toes,
Thee Headcoats,
Model 500,
Second Layer,
Organ,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sex Pistols,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Zeros,
Scratch Acid,
Surgeon,
Parry Music,
Cal Tjader,
Swans,
Pantaleimon,
Brand Nubian,
Roy Ayers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Hot Snakes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kerrie Biddell,
Massinfluence,
Donald Byrd,
Dawn Penn,
Black Flag,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Soft Cell,
Make Up,
Bobby Sherman,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.