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 South Sudan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Godley & Creme to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks 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 an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Barry Ungar,
the Germs,
the Bar-Kays,
Gong,
Country Teasers,
Bauhaus,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Gladiators,
Radio Birdman,
Sugar Minott,
Nick Fraelich,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Suicide,
Sexual Harrassment,
Aaron Thompson,
the Sonics,
Crash Course in Science,
Rapeman,
Subhumans,
Skaos,
DJ Style,
Half Japanese,
The Moleskins,
PIL,
Quando Quango,
Lucky Dragons,
Depeche Mode,
The Cure,
Dual Sessions,
FM Einheit,
Soulsonic Force,
The Litter,
Basic Channel,
Nils Olav,
Bad Manners,
Model 500,
H. Thieme,
Arab on Radar,
Dave Gahan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Techniques,
Pagans,
Charles Mingus,
Matthew Bourne,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Donny Hathaway,
Technova,
Electric Prunes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rekid,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Wally Richardson,
CMW,
Inner City,
Jacob Miller,
Radiohead,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.