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 Hungary and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Woodstock and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 theremin 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Joe Smooth,
cv313,
Lightning Bolt,
Nick Fraelich,
Fluxion,
Crime,
Inner City,
Oblivians,
UT,
The Fire Engines,
Basic Channel,
Essential Logic,
Au Pairs,
Rufus Thomas,
JFA,
Camberwell Now,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cybotron,
Dennis Brown,
Panda Bear,
Colin Newman,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mark Hollis,
Audionom,
Ultra Naté,
the Soft Cell,
10cc,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Matthew Bourne,
Max Romeo,
Eric Copeland,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Echospace,
Spandau Ballet,
The Cure,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Banda Bassotti,
Supertramp,
Scion,
Don Cherry,
Jawbox,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Albert Ayler,
Lucky Dragons,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Goldenarms,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Circle Jerks,
Lungfish,
Erasure,
Main Source,
Swell Maps,
KRS-One,
Freddie Wadling,
Joensuu 1685,
Swans,
Robert Wyatt,
Graham Central Station,
Kerri Chandler,
Slave,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.