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 Comoros and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 mellotron 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 Ronnie Foster to the rap 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Delon & Dalcan,
Derrick May,
Sister Nancy,
Rufus Thomas,
World's Most,
Aural Exciters,
The Standells,
Stereo Dub,
The Detroit Cobras,
Roxette,
Steve Hackett,
The Young Rascals,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Misunderstood,
The Divine Comedy,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Busters,
Andrew Hill,
Fela Kuti,
Juan Atkins,
Sugar Minott,
Stiv Bators,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lakeside,
New Order,
The Buckinghams,
the Germs,
Tears for Fears,
Main Source,
Gil Scott Heron,
Letta Mbulu,
The Fortunes,
Crash Course in Science,
Mr. Review,
a-ha,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Deadbeat,
the Slits,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Joe Finger,
Alton Ellis,
Minor Threat,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
These Immortal Souls,
The Smoke,
Franke,
The Blues Magoos,
Lalann,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Black Dice,
Aaron Thompson,
the Human League,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ken Boothe,
The Real Kids,
La Düsseldorf,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.