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 Azerbaijan and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Angry Samoans to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The J.B.'s,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Quantec,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Saints,
Juan Atkins,
Magazine,
Bobby Sherman,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Angels of Light,
Skaos,
Liliput,
Lalann,
Tim Buckley,
K-Klass,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bush Tetras,
Isaac Hayes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sandy B,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
48th St. Collective,
Oblivians,
Organ,
John Foxx,
Rufus Thomas,
The Music Machine,
Franke,
Anakelly,
Nik Kershaw,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Leonard Cohen,
Pet Shop Boys,
Loose Ends,
Chrome,
Susan Cadogan,
Parry Music,
Gabor Szabo,
Maurizio,
Soft Machine,
Deepchord,
Kurtis Blow,
The Pretty Things,
Stetsasonic,
Marvin Gaye,
Soft Cell,
Flash Fearless,
Sister Nancy,
The Fugs,
The Blackbyrds,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jerry Gold Smith,
China Crisis,
Outsiders,
The Golliwogs,
Matthew Halsall,
Fifty Foot Hose,
X-101,
Mantronix,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.