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 Bahrain and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Cheater Slicks to the funk 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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sexual Harrassment,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Robert Görl,
The J.B.'s,
Tim Buckley,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Janne Schatter,
The Cramps,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tomorrow,
Albert Ayler,
Matthew Bourne,
The Wake,
Slick Rick,
Spoonie Gee,
Yusef Lateef,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Blake Baxter,
The Slits,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pagans,
Rapeman,
Vainqueur,
Black Bananas,
Jesper Dahlback,
Agitation Free,
The Happenings,
Basic Channel,
Panda Bear,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kerrie Biddell,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Barrington Levy,
Connie Case,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kayak,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Aloha Tigers,
The Smiths,
Skarface,
Max Romeo,
Jandek,
Fear,
Girls At Our Best!,
DNA,
The Raincoats,
The Dave Clark Five,
Q65,
The Evens,
Patti Smith,
Gang of Four,
Nas,
Quando Quango,
Franke,
The Motions,
Junior Murvin,
Cheater Slicks,
Au Pairs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Brand Nubian,
the Human League,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.