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 Ghana and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Absolute Body Control to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Drexciya,
The Vogues,
Zero Boys,
Fluxion,
Dark Day,
Graham Central Station,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Blake Baxter,
John Coltrane,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eurythmics,
The Gories,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eve St. Jones,
Alice Coltrane,
Gang of Four,
The Fall,
Chrome,
Dual Sessions,
The Beau Brummels,
Scion,
The J.B.'s,
Cymande,
Slick Rick,
The Buckinghams,
The Cramps,
Black Sheep,
Roy Ayers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Leonard Cohen,
Desert Stars,
Eric Dolphy,
Bill Wells,
Amon Düül,
Donny Hathaway,
The Birthday Party,
Marmalade,
Mars,
Kayak,
Scan 7,
The Red Krayola,
MDC,
Lyres,
Freddie Wadling,
The Slits,
Toni Rubio,
Au Pairs,
Gabor Szabo,
Fad Gadget,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
June Days,
The Alarm Clocks,
John Foxx,
Cameo,
Model 500,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Public Image Ltd.,
Arcadia,
Marvin Gaye,
Boredoms,
Sällskapet,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.