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 Croatia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the 808 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Magazine,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Slackers,
Cal Tjader,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Animal Collective,
Cluster,
Jawbox,
Sun City Girls,
The Cramps,
Organ,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Swans,
The Monochrome Set,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Knickerbockers,
Monks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Procol Harum,
Bill Wells,
New Age Steppers,
Ohio Players,
Prince Buster,
the Slits,
Johnny Osbourne,
ABBA,
Sällskapet,
Jesper Dahlback,
Erasure,
Subhumans,
Bronski Beat,
The Happenings,
The Electric Prunes,
Slick Rick,
Moebius,
K-Klass,
Bobby Womack,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Second Layer,
Swans,
The Moody Blues,
Essential Logic,
Alice Coltrane,
B.T. Express,
Can,
48th St. Collective,
Barclay James Harvest,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jacques Brel,
Japan,
Frankie Knuckles,
La Düsseldorf,
Robert Görl,
The Index,
Deepchord,
Royal Trux,
Spoonie Gee,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.