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 Cambodia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 David Bowie 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 Shoche to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Hasil Adkins,
Josef K,
Vladislav Delay,
Jeff Mills,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lee Hazlewood,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Todd Rundgren,
Grauzone,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Inner City,
The Beau Brummels,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nils Olav,
Lalann,
Mission of Burma,
Lou Reed,
Drive Like Jehu,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
DJ Style,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rapeman,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Dead C,
Angry Samoans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Throbbing Gristle,
Swell Maps,
The Zeros,
The Fire Engines,
MDC,
Reuben Wilson,
Lyres,
The Human League,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Aswad,
Oblivians,
Matthew Halsall,
Marcia Griffiths,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Wake,
Ronan,
Mark Hollis,
Delta 5,
The Litter,
Banda Bassotti,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lindisfarne,
Skriet,
It's A Beautiful Day,
World's Most,
Patti Smith,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
In Retrospect,
The Index,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.