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 Niger and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Paris and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro 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 Television Personalities to the funk 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker 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 arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
The Smiths,
Eurythmics,
Harry Pussy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jeff Lynne,
MDC,
Shoche,
Schoolly D,
The Leaves,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Buzzcocks,
Agitation Free,
Sun City Girls,
Andrew Hill,
Khruangbin,
John Foxx,
Soft Machine,
Trumans Water,
Main Source,
The Techniques,
Ultra Naté,
Goldenarms,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eden Ahbez,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Michelle Simonal,
Brick,
Crash Course in Science,
Isaac Hayes,
Underground Resistance,
Royal Trux,
Simply Red,
Marvin Gaye,
Unwound,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Chrome,
Dawn Penn,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Remains,
R.M.O.,
Jacques Brel,
Arcadia,
Slave,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Judy Mowatt,
Fela Kuti,
Ossler,
Sixth Finger,
Dave Gahan,
Unrelated Segments,
Loose Ends,
The Standells,
Y Pants,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Spandau Ballet,
Sonic Youth,
Brothers Johnson,
The Cowsills,
Magma,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.