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 Liberia and from Paris.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Moebius to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
The Remains,
The Fugs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Barbara Tucker,
Brothers Johnson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
China Crisis,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sonny Sharrock,
Newcleus,
The Raincoats,
Heaven 17,
Pere Ubu,
Ken Boothe,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pole,
Patti Smith,
Brand Nubian,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Music Machine,
Camberwell Now,
the Human League,
The Tremeloes,
Schoolly D,
The Divine Comedy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Aloha Tigers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cybotron,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Icehouse,
Ultimate Spinach,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Fall,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Techniques,
X-Ray Spex,
The Selecter,
Graham Central Station,
Isaac Hayes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Boredoms,
Second Layer,
Laurel Aitken,
The Buckinghams,
Delon & Dalcan,
H. Thieme,
Harmonia,
Radiopuhelimet,
Symarip,
The Shadows of Knight,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Simply Red,
Amazonics,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Cramps,
Main Source,
The Martian,
Deadbeat,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.