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 Dominican Republic and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Fuzztones to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Dorothy Ashby,
Avey Tare,
Dark Day,
Massinfluence,
Danielle Patucci,
Nas,
Cluster,
Ten City,
Swell Maps,
Alison Limerick,
The Associates,
Mission of Burma,
John Coltrane,
Minor Threat,
The Black Dice,
Quantec,
Maleditus Sound,
Qualms,
the Soft Cell,
June of 44,
Brothers Johnson,
Cheater Slicks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Talk Talk,
Gichy Dan,
The American Breed,
Animal Collective,
Lindisfarne,
Pere Ubu,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Trojans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dennis Brown,
The Stooges,
a-ha,
Delta 5,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scrapy,
Black Moon,
Soul II Soul,
Unwound,
Tomorrow,
Amon Düül,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bobby Sherman,
The Cramps,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fluxion,
Gastr Del Sol,
Oneida,
Deakin,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The New Christs,
Electric Prunes,
China Crisis,
The Move,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gil Scott Heron,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Frankie Knuckles,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.