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 Lithuania and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rapeman 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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marshall Jefferson,
Public Enemy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Echospace,
The Sonics,
Juan Atkins,
Oneida,
Fear,
Robert Hood,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Alison Limerick,
Easy Going,
Frankie Knuckles,
Joy Division,
Stereo Dub,
Sex Pistols,
Roger Hodgson,
Altered Images,
Traffic Nightmare,
Amon Düül,
Black Flag,
The Vogues,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Goldenarms,
The Busters,
Flash Fearless,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Smog,
Terrestrial Tones,
Malaria!,
Urselle,
New Age Steppers,
DNA,
The Invisible,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Young Rascals,
Model 500,
Groovy Waters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bluetip,
Ten City,
Cluster,
Schoolly D,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The American Breed,
Lee Hazlewood,
DJ Style,
Visage,
Skaos,
The Gun Club,
The Martian,
The Saints,
Q and Not U,
Infiniti,
The Dead C,
Warren Ellis,
Steve Hackett,
The Offenders,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.