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 St Lucia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manchester.
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 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 Liliput to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
The Pretty Things,
In Retrospect,
Cal Tjader,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Schoolly D,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Star Department,
Jawbox,
Hashim,
Dorothy Ashby,
Outsiders,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jeru the Damaja,
10cc,
The Slits,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Unwound,
Audionom,
Yaz,
Nick Fraelich,
The Moody Blues,
The Beau Brummels,
Pylon,
Banda Bassotti,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lou Reed,
Janne Schatter,
Half Japanese,
Electric Prunes,
Scrapy,
Johnny Clarke,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jacques Brel,
Ossler,
Jandek,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
MC5,
Avey Tare,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Bar-Kays,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Roger Hodgson,
Dennis Brown,
Joe Smooth,
Hardrive,
The Red Krayola,
Iggy Pop,
The New Christs,
H. Thieme,
The Electric Prunes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fluxion,
Sun City Girls,
Zapp,
Scan 7,
Gang Green,
Marvin Gaye,
Lucky Dragons,
Mandrill,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.