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 Guinea-Bissau and from Toronto.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 snare 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 Derrick Morgan to the electroclash 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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
The Red Krayola,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Maleditus Sound,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Negative Approach,
The American Breed,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Electric Prunes,
Bill Near,
Slave,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Can,
Matthew Bourne,
Groovy Waters,
Aloha Tigers,
DJ Style,
Crispy Ambulance,
Harmonia,
Second Layer,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Delta 5,
Das Ding,
Rakim,
X-101,
Flipper,
Khruangbin,
Silicon Teens,
Soulsonic Force,
Wire,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ronan,
Country Teasers,
The Flesh Eaters,
F. McDonald,
Section 25,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Susan Cadogan,
David Bowie,
The Fuzztones,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Index,
Eli Mardock,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sight & Sound,
Gastr Del Sol,
Quando Quango,
Stiv Bators,
Ohio Players,
The Cramps,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Colin Newman,
Sarah Menescal,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nik Kershaw,
Marine Girls,
Wolf Eyes,
Eric Copeland,
Sam Rivers,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.