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 Greece and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Mandrill to the punk 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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Aaron Thompson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
June Days,
Wings,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sixth Finger,
Ultravox,
Swell Maps,
Scion,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Sound,
Marmalade,
The Seeds,
Sound Behaviour,
Liliput,
Sandy B,
Saccharine Trust,
a-ha,
The Monks,
the Soft Cell,
Glambeats Corp.,
Drive Like Jehu,
La Düsseldorf,
Quadrant,
Magma,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
MDC,
Eve St. Jones,
Mars,
Yazoo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Roxette,
The Cramps,
Black Flag,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Radiohead,
The Black Dice,
Michelle Simonal,
The Buckinghams,
Girls At Our Best!,
Suicide,
Popol Vuh,
Black Bananas,
48th St. Collective,
Absolute Body Control,
Soul Sonic Force,
This Heat,
Arab on Radar,
F. McDonald,
Alton Ellis,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rosa Yemen,
The Smoke,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Wire,
Whodini,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.