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 Bahrain and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Woodstock.
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 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 The Blues Magoos to the electroclash 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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
DJ Style,
Aloha Tigers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Hot Snakes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Young Rascals,
Zapp,
La Düsseldorf,
Curtis Mayfield,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Hashim,
Crispian St. Peters,
CMW,
Todd Rundgren,
In Retrospect,
Harpers Bizarre,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Cure,
June of 44,
Glenn Branca,
Todd Terry,
Alphaville,
Tres Demented,
The Buckinghams,
Electric Prunes,
Severed Heads,
the Swans,
Danielle Patucci,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bill Near,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Real Kids,
Dead Boys,
Archie Shepp,
Smog,
Essential Logic,
Kaleidoscope,
Quadrant,
Inner City,
Section 25,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Saints,
Davy DMX,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Golliwogs,
Stiv Bators,
Yazoo,
Arab on Radar,
the Slits,
The Modern Lovers,
Josef K,
Radiohead,
Joe Smooth,
Janne Schatter,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Toni Rubio,
The Angels of Light,
Model 500,
Junior Murvin,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.