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 Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 DJ Style to the punk 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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Gong,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Charles Mingus,
Roger Hodgson,
Sam Rivers,
The Busters,
T.S.O.L.,
Laurel Aitken,
Moby Grape,
Archie Shepp,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Popol Vuh,
Derrick May,
Bluetip,
Black Sheep,
the Human League,
Tom Boy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Judy Mowatt,
Livin' Joy,
Can,
Bobby Womack,
Spoonie Gee,
Arab on Radar,
Y Pants,
Erykah Badu,
Gichy Dan,
Brothers Johnson,
The Moody Blues,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Wasted Youth,
Tommy Roe,
Depeche Mode,
The Slits,
The Five Americans,
Crime,
Accadde A,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kool Moe Dee,
June of 44,
The Associates,
The Zeros,
The Selecter,
Donny Hathaway,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
This Heat,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sun Ra,
Big Daddy Kane,
FM Einheit,
Shuggie Otis,
Kerri Chandler,
The Grass Roots,
Alison Limerick,
Radio Birdman,
Todd Terry,
Suicide,
LL Cool J,
Chris Corsano,
The Smoke,
Juan Atkins,
Wally Richardson,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.