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 Uzbekistan and from Hong Kong.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Aloha Tigers to the crunk 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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Soul II Soul,
F. McDonald,
Eric Copeland,
Jesper Dahlback,
Second Layer,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Martian,
Scratch Acid,
Tim Buckley,
Jeff Lynne,
A Certain Ratio,
Lakeside,
The Evens,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tres Demented,
Joyce Sims,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Human League,
Ludus,
Howard Jones,
Wire,
Das Ding,
The Zeros,
The Walker Brothers,
Aaron Thompson,
Suburban Knight,
Lungfish,
Public Image Ltd.,
Scion,
the Human League,
Thee Headcoats,
OOIOO,
Interpol,
Oneida,
Cameo,
Eurythmics,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Spoonie Gee,
Marmalade,
Joe Smooth,
Yaz,
Scrapy,
Ituana,
Harmonia,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Morten Harket,
Faraquet,
Con Funk Shun,
Black Pus,
John Holt,
The American Breed,
The Misunderstood,
Parry Music,
The Doors,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Knickerbockers,
Johnny Clarke,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.