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 Benin and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Roy Ayers to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Zapp,
The Standells,
JFA,
The Cure,
Khruangbin,
Peter & Gordon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Agent Orange,
Fela Kuti,
Traffic Nightmare,
Freddie Wadling,
Danielle Patucci,
Flash Fearless,
Grey Daturas,
Half Japanese,
The Happenings,
Dennis Brown,
Pulsallama,
Ludus,
Intrusion,
Moby Grape,
The Fugs,
Scientists,
Skaos,
The Walker Brothers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
X-101,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eurythmics,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sparks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Slits,
kango's stein massive,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mary Jane Girls,
James White and The Blacks,
Connie Case,
Scrapy,
Outsiders,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Angels of Light,
Livin' Joy,
Cybotron,
Oneida,
Rod Modell,
New Age Steppers,
Eddi Front,
Ultravox,
The Misunderstood,
The Dead C,
Grauzone,
Spandau Ballet,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Slackers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rapeman,
Nils Olav,
Severed Heads,
The Moody Blues,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.