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 Afghanistan and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Goldenarms,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fela Kuti,
Brothers Johnson,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Smoke,
Brass Construction,
Boogie Down Productions,
Metal Thangz,
Tommy Roe,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Blues Magoos,
Sound Behaviour,
Jandek,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Delta 5,
Audionom,
Monolake,
Toni Rubio,
Von Mondo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Archie Shepp,
Henry Cow,
The Happenings,
Nico,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
EPMD,
Amazonics,
Jeff Mills,
Byron Stingily,
Bad Manners,
Harry Pussy,
Brand Nubian,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Soul II Soul,
Marine Girls,
LL Cool J,
FM Einheit,
Radiohead,
Skarface,
Lindisfarne,
Ken Boothe,
Arcadia,
Sister Nancy,
Jacob Miller,
Whodini,
Danielle Patucci,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Mummies,
Chrome,
Gong,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Japan,
Basic Channel,
Tim Buckley,
The Electric Prunes,
The Fugs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Divine Comedy,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.