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 Indonesia 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Howard Jones to the electroclash 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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tom Boy,
Slave,
Altered Images,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sound Behaviour,
The Selecter,
LL Cool J,
Icehouse,
Eric Dolphy,
Jerry's Kids,
Ossler,
Organ,
Spandau Ballet,
Anthony Braxton,
X-Ray Spex,
Andrew Hill,
Talk Talk,
Joensuu 1685,
Glambeats Corp.,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Minnie Riperton,
Pole,
Yazoo,
Piero Umiliani,
Model 500,
Wings,
Drexciya,
the Swans,
Joyce Sims,
Graham Central Station,
Bauhaus,
Arthur Verocai,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rod Modell,
The Modern Lovers,
New York Dolls,
Morten Harket,
Ludus,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Alphaville,
The Barracudas,
The Victims,
ABBA,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Skatalites,
Albert Ayler,
Erykah Badu,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gang of Four,
New Order,
Heaven 17,
Television,
The Pop Group,
Thompson Twins,
The Fuzztones,
Index,
H. Thieme,
The Velvet Underground,
Jesper Dahlback,
Silicon Teens,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.