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 Kiribati and from Copenhagen.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Heaven 17 to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Dave Gahan,
The Selecter,
Joensuu 1685,
Connie Case,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Slits,
Agitation Free,
Bill Near,
Tears for Fears,
Flamin' Groovies,
Morten Harket,
Mr. Review,
One Last Wish,
DJ Style,
The Names,
Nas,
Ken Boothe,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Spoonie Gee,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
John Lydon,
Buzzcocks,
Ronnie Foster,
Josef K,
Al Stewart,
Shuggie Otis,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Evens,
Lyres,
the Association,
Judy Mowatt,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Pop Group,
Crispian St. Peters,
Babytalk,
Barrington Levy,
Black Bananas,
Ten City,
Fatback Band,
Masters at Work,
Lungfish,
Basic Channel,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Godley & Creme,
Youth Brigade,
Ash Ra Tempel,
T.S.O.L.,
Gang Green,
Whodini,
Khruangbin,
Unwound,
Kerri Chandler,
Slick Rick,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Idris Muhammad,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Deadbeat,
Joe Finger,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.