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 Namibia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 synthesizer 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 Deakin to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Vladislav Delay,
Zapp,
Echospace,
John Coltrane,
Black Pus,
Jandek,
Desert Stars,
Pere Ubu,
Kas Product,
Glenn Branca,
The Pretty Things,
Skarface,
Yusef Lateef,
Swell Maps,
Flipper,
Hashim,
Lou Christie,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Whodini,
Oblivians,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Blues Magoos,
R.M.O.,
L. Decosne,
Lalann,
New Order,
Absolute Body Control,
Brick,
Altered Images,
Rosa Yemen,
Faust,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marshall Jefferson,
ABC,
Cheater Slicks,
the Germs,
Fatback Band,
Reagan Youth,
La Düsseldorf,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Trumans Water,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
MC5,
Young Marble Giants,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scott Walker,
Outsiders,
Malaria!,
Electric Prunes,
The Move,
Cybotron,
A Certain Ratio,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Slits,
Cameo,
The Music Machine,
Juan Atkins,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.