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 New Zealand and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin 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 Technova to the funk 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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Ultravox,
Zero Boys,
Agitation Free,
The Walker Brothers,
Sparks,
Johnny Clarke,
David McCallum,
X-102,
Pylon,
Nico,
Banda Bassotti,
Monolake,
The Victims,
Fad Gadget,
Duran Duran,
Pagans,
The Stooges,
Stereo Dub,
Au Pairs,
The Names,
Albert Ayler,
Cybotron,
The Offenders,
The Neon Judgement,
John Foxx,
Mo-Dettes,
Flash Fearless,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Dave Clark Five,
Juan Atkins,
Davy DMX,
Young Marble Giants,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
E-Dancer,
James Chance & The Contortions,
T. Rex,
Ten City,
Fatback Band,
Marmalade,
Marvin Gaye,
Blancmange,
Moebius,
Cecil Taylor,
Tears for Fears,
Gichy Dan,
Camberwell Now,
Urselle,
Can,
Absolute Body Control,
Trumans Water,
Bill Near,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Arab on Radar,
EPMD,
Swans,
James White and The Blacks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Danielle Patucci,
Bush Tetras,
In Retrospect,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.