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 Ireland and from Halifax.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Jeff Lynne to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Mo-Dettes,
Gil Scott Heron,
This Heat,
Minor Threat,
Das Ding,
The Real Kids,
The Golliwogs,
The Count Five,
Dead Boys,
Bauhaus,
Crooked Eye,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Joe Finger,
Hot Snakes,
Sam Rivers,
Donny Hathaway,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Quadrant,
Kaleidoscope,
Pylon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Roxy Music,
Whodini,
Cameo,
Toni Rubio,
Ultravox,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Be Bop Deluxe,
L. Decosne,
Goldenarms,
Marshall Jefferson,
Subhumans,
Half Japanese,
Bill Wells,
T.S.O.L.,
The Evens,
Tubeway Army,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wally Richardson,
Quando Quango,
Morten Harket,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sonic Youth,
Deakin,
Organ,
Don Cherry,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lower 48,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pantaleimon,
Gabor Szabo,
10cc,
Graham Central Station,
Joensuu 1685,
Desert Stars,
Technova,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Malaria!,
Warsaw,
Michelle Simonal,
Massinfluence,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.