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 Luxembourg and from Jakarta.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Marmalade to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Glambeats Corp.,
Thompson Twins,
The Fugs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pierre Henry,
MDC,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scan 7,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jeff Lynne,
cv313,
The Fire Engines,
The J.B.'s,
Model 500,
Slave,
Amazonics,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Parry Music,
Jerry's Kids,
Depeche Mode,
Mission of Burma,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Quando Quango,
Second Layer,
Symarip,
Man Eating Sloth,
Flamin' Groovies,
Roxette,
Anakelly,
Freddie Wadling,
Derrick Morgan,
Rites of Spring,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
These Immortal Souls,
Brick,
Bush Tetras,
Moebius,
The Associates,
Warsaw,
Theoretical Girls,
Organ,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Massinfluence,
Nick Fraelich,
Agent Orange,
Yazoo,
David McCallum,
Duran Duran,
Aloha Tigers,
Black Bananas,
The Mummies,
John Cale,
Malaria!,
D'Angelo,
The Count Five,
the Human League,
Morten Harket,
The Raincoats,
Interpol,
Procol Harum,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.