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 France and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba 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 Cure to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
The Toasters,
Heaven 17,
The Blues Magoos,
Pantaleimon,
Model 500,
China Crisis,
the Germs,
Leonard Cohen,
Donald Byrd,
Minny Pops,
Sixth Finger,
Kaleidoscope,
Grandmaster Flash,
ABC,
Tres Demented,
Lucky Dragons,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Traffic Nightmare,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pere Ubu,
Ultra Naté,
Sex Pistols,
the Sonics,
Marmalade,
The Names,
Ronan,
Accadde A,
The Smiths,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
A Flock of Seagulls,
DNA,
Shuggie Otis,
Black Pus,
Albert Ayler,
Maurizio,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
June Days,
Derrick May,
Bill Near,
Skaos,
Alphaville,
Scan 7,
Scott Walker,
David Axelrod,
The Wake,
Supertramp,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tubeway Army,
David Bowie,
Juan Atkins,
Blossom Toes,
Danielle Patucci,
Eric Copeland,
Barry Ungar,
Echospace,
Throbbing Gristle,
Minnie Riperton,
Tomorrow,
Mark Hollis,
DJ Style,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.