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 Spain and from Delhi.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Delhi.
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 harpsichord 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 K-Klass to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Model 500,
June of 44,
The Modern Lovers,
John Cale,
Warsaw,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Index,
Warren Ellis,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jacob Miller,
Pylon,
Essential Logic,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Whodini,
EPMD,
Magma,
Khruangbin,
Cal Tjader,
Spandau Ballet,
The Music Machine,
The Slackers,
Erykah Badu,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cybotron,
Masters at Work,
Tim Buckley,
Eddi Front,
Ituana,
Y Pants,
The Velvet Underground,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lou Reed,
The Fire Engines,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Stiv Bators,
Gichy Dan,
Rufus Thomas,
Roy Ayers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Franke,
Sex Pistols,
Minnie Riperton,
Janne Schatter,
The Cramps,
The J.B.'s,
Inner City,
Dave Gahan,
Bobby Sherman,
Ken Boothe,
Ultravox,
Jandek,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Associates,
Skarface,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jeru the Damaja,
Average White Band,
Eden Ahbez,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.