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 Nepal and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Robert Palmer 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 MDC to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Soul II Soul,
Bobby Byrd,
Al Stewart,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Alphaville,
Country Teasers,
DJ Style,
The Cowsills,
Funky Four + One,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Electric Prunes,
Jawbox,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Wings,
Grauzone,
Camberwell Now,
Fad Gadget,
H. Thieme,
Sam Rivers,
The Martian,
Donald Byrd,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Aswad,
The Searchers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Gun Club,
The Blackbyrds,
Fat Boys,
Minutemen,
Isaac Hayes,
Iggy Pop,
Mo-Dettes,
Rites of Spring,
Prince Buster,
The Selecter,
Khruangbin,
Faraquet,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rotary Connection,
Cal Tjader,
London Community Gospel Choir,
JFA,
Grey Daturas,
Shoche,
Black Moon,
Oblivians,
Nirvana,
The Alarm Clocks,
Aloha Tigers,
Stetsasonic,
MC5,
Organ,
The Victims,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Buzzcocks,
The Pop Group,
Althea and Donna,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.