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 Bulgaria and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Curtis Mayfield to the jazz 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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
The Slits,
Eric Copeland,
Zapp,
Technova,
Michelle Simonal,
The New Christs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
8 Eyed Spy,
Echospace,
Groovy Waters,
Malaria!,
Ten City,
The Associates,
Boogie Down Productions,
X-102,
Don Cherry,
Kayak,
New Order,
Ultra Naté,
Davy DMX,
T.S.O.L.,
Stereo Dub,
Theoretical Girls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Traffic Nightmare,
Hoover,
Lalo Schifrin,
Von Mondo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lungfish,
Silicon Teens,
Yellowson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Arcadia,
Charles Mingus,
Ken Boothe,
Lalann,
Grauzone,
Connie Case,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jeff Lynne,
Parry Music,
Japan,
Camberwell Now,
The Zeros,
Tomorrow,
Juan Atkins,
The Cure,
Archie Shepp,
The Leaves,
Roxy Music,
Liliput,
The Sonics,
Scan 7,
The Buckinghams,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sight & Sound,
Marshall Jefferson,
Crash Course in Science,
Absolute Body Control,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kevin Saunderson,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.