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 Cameroon and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Robert Palmer 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 Wire to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Lower 48,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Trojans,
Harmonia,
Fugazi,
Arab on Radar,
The Remains,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Television,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Basic Channel,
Blancmange,
Kayak,
Q65,
Agitation Free,
The Blues Magoos,
Tres Demented,
Newcleus,
The Associates,
Theoretical Girls,
Swell Maps,
Charles Mingus,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Toasters,
Junior Murvin,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rod Modell,
Gang of Four,
Michelle Simonal,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Royal Trux,
DJ Sneak,
Moebius,
The Gun Club,
David Axelrod,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lightning Bolt,
Archie Shepp,
Cal Tjader,
Barry Ungar,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nils Olav,
Second Layer,
The Kinks,
Stereo Dub,
Stiv Bators,
Aswad,
These Immortal Souls,
Groovy Waters,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sexual Harrassment,
Deadbeat,
The Offenders,
Rekid,
Main Source,
Amon Düül,
Intrusion,
Moss Icon,
kango's stein massive,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.