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 Cyprus and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 F. McDonald to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Wire,
La Düsseldorf,
Ralphi Rosario,
Animal Collective,
The Techniques,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
This Heat,
Howard Jones,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Altered Images,
Buzzcocks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rufus Thomas,
Jerry Gold Smith,
X-101,
Japan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scientists,
Wings,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Saccharine Trust,
Colin Newman,
Schoolly D,
Terry Callier,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Arab on Radar,
The Motions,
Porter Ricks,
Boredoms,
H. Thieme,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Arcadia,
Television,
Radiopuhelimet,
Con Funk Shun,
Freddie Wadling,
Cameo,
Anthony Braxton,
Young Marble Giants,
The Fuzztones,
Infiniti,
Traffic Nightmare,
Liliput,
CMW,
Livin' Joy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Oblivians,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Procol Harum,
Lou Christie,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sonic Youth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Spandau Ballet,
Stetsasonic,
Sixth Finger,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.