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 Kyrgyzstan and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Nico to the grime 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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Slick Rick,
Mark Hollis,
Patti Smith,
Ponytail,
The Five Americans,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scratch Acid,
Man Parrish,
B.T. Express,
The Move,
Kas Product,
Freddie Wadling,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Trojans,
Todd Rundgren,
Ice-T,
Bill Near,
Yazoo,
This Heat,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Crooked Eye,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rod Modell,
Chrome,
The Searchers,
Anakelly,
LL Cool J,
Jacob Miller,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Intrusion,
Das Ding,
Pulsallama,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fad Gadget,
Country Teasers,
Junior Murvin,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
UT,
The Fire Engines,
Derrick Morgan,
Isaac Hayes,
Arcadia,
Rakim,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Deakin,
Alison Limerick,
Chris & Cosey,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jeff Lynne,
World's Most,
June Days,
H. Thieme,
Trumans Water,
Organ,
Main Source,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.