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 Latvia and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Tears for Fears to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Smog,
Funkadelic,
Dorothy Ashby,
New York Dolls,
The Misunderstood,
The Durutti Column,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sound Behaviour,
The Mojo Men,
Pet Shop Boys,
Television Personalities,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Joey Negro,
Quando Quango,
Barry Ungar,
The Busters,
The Motions,
The Raincoats,
Eden Ahbez,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mo-Dettes,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Index,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bluetip,
Echospace,
This Heat,
Electric Prunes,
Faraquet,
Ultra Naté,
Big Daddy Kane,
Blossom Toes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Andrew Hill,
Shuggie Otis,
the Human League,
Kaleidoscope,
Camouflage,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bob Dylan,
Todd Terry,
Warren Ellis,
The Last Poets,
Subhumans,
Juan Atkins,
Bush Tetras,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Saints,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lindisfarne,
Man Eating Sloth,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bad Manners,
JFA,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sparks,
DNA,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.