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 Lithuania and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 güiro 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the crunk 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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories 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 a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Public Image Ltd.,
Banda Bassotti,
Chrome,
Mr. Review,
A Certain Ratio,
Andrew Hill,
Soft Machine,
a-ha,
Kaleidoscope,
Cecil Taylor,
The Fire Engines,
Television,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Steve Hackett,
Jandek,
Agent Orange,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Freddie Wadling,
Roxette,
Man Parrish,
The Associates,
Camberwell Now,
Tomorrow,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Don Cherry,
Magma,
Bobby Womack,
Unrelated Segments,
Reuben Wilson,
Cal Tjader,
Kenny Larkin,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fluxion,
Bad Manners,
The Fugs,
Buzzcocks,
Roger Hodgson,
The Standells,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eve St. Jones,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Kinks,
Black Bananas,
DJ Style,
The Barracudas,
Visage,
Dual Sessions,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Theoretical Girls,
Black Flag,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Robert Görl,
Lebanon Hanover,
Derrick May,
The Trojans,
The Mojo Men,
the Soft Cell,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Aaron Thompson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dave Gahan,
Neu!,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.