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 Belgium and from New York.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 mellotron 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 Second Layer to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Accadde A,
The Moody Blues,
New Order,
Cymande,
Flipper,
ABBA,
Boogie Down Productions,
Erasure,
John Holt,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gang Starr,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Underground Resistance,
Man Eating Sloth,
Crash Course in Science,
Shuggie Otis,
Danielle Patucci,
New York Dolls,
Agitation Free,
Warsaw,
The Gladiators,
Youth Brigade,
The Invisible,
The Mojo Men,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Boredoms,
UT,
Kayak,
Jimmy McGriff,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Angels of Light,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Slits,
Theoretical Girls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Monochrome Set,
Monolake,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mr. Review,
Jeff Lynne,
Sight & Sound,
Wally Richardson,
The Motions,
Moss Icon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Parry Music,
Matthew Bourne,
The Walker Brothers,
Scan 7,
The Seeds,
Robert Wyatt,
Thee Headcoats,
Basic Channel,
Nico,
Bobby Womack,
Oneida,
Pierre Henry,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.