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 Mozambique and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Holger Czukay 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 Sandy B to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Nik Kershaw,
Maurizio,
Mr. Review,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Yaz,
Matthew Halsall,
Grey Daturas,
Heaven 17,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Last Poets,
10cc,
Jeff Mills,
Vladislav Delay,
Circle Jerks,
The Durutti Column,
the Soft Cell,
Amon Düül II,
Hashim,
Jacob Miller,
Nick Fraelich,
The J.B.'s,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lightning Bolt,
The Trojans,
The Motions,
The Blackbyrds,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Crispy Ambulance,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lucky Dragons,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Unwound,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pole,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cheater Slicks,
Arthur Verocai,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pagans,
Groovy Waters,
Guru Guru,
Eyeless In Gaza,
China Crisis,
Danielle Patucci,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mark Hollis,
the Normal,
The Sound,
Archie Shepp,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Simply Red,
Metal Thangz,
Carl Craig,
The Five Americans,
The Remains,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Talk Talk,
Todd Rundgren,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.