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 Tajikistan and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 CMW to the rock 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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Neil Young,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Groovy Waters,
Youth Brigade,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Das Ding,
Chris Corsano,
Derrick May,
Ralphi Rosario,
Con Funk Shun,
The Happenings,
The Saints,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Popol Vuh,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ossler,
the Normal,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pussy Galore,
Nik Kershaw,
ABC,
the Sonics,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Suburban Knight,
Lakeside,
Delon & Dalcan,
Reuben Wilson,
Parry Music,
Skaos,
Mark Hollis,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Funkadelic,
Stetsasonic,
Ludus,
Nick Fraelich,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tres Demented,
Yaz,
Quadrant,
Minnie Riperton,
Royal Trux,
The Move,
Grandmaster Flash,
Technova,
The Smoke,
The Smiths,
The New Christs,
Sällskapet,
Rekid,
Bang On A Can,
Little Man,
Ituana,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mary Jane Girls,
Motorama,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.