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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 synthesizer 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 The Wake to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
The New Christs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Soft Machine,
Gong,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Desert Stars,
The Fuzztones,
The Offenders,
Fear,
Barclay James Harvest,
Little Man,
Groovy Waters,
Chris Corsano,
Prince Buster,
The Seeds,
Mr. Review,
Bauhaus,
X-101,
Judy Mowatt,
PIL,
Franke,
Mary Jane Girls,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Camberwell Now,
Lucky Dragons,
Cameo,
Crash Course in Science,
The Misunderstood,
EPMD,
Marmalade,
Malaria!,
The Fugs,
The Barracudas,
Symarip,
Sällskapet,
The Smoke,
Pole,
The Index,
Arcadia,
Carl Craig,
Vainqueur,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Moebius,
Electric Prunes,
Jacob Miller,
Procol Harum,
Dawn Penn,
Sun City Girls,
Peter & Gordon,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Names,
Boz Scaggs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Davy DMX,
Icehouse,
Pussy Galore,
Goldenarms,
Barry Ungar,
Gang Starr,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Freddie Wadling,
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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.