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 Haiti and from Woodstock.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Neu! to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deakin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
EPMD,
Freddie Wadling,
The Durutti Column,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Angry Samoans,
Carl Craig,
Soft Cell,
Godley & Creme,
Smog,
Black Bananas,
Rites of Spring,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Juan Atkins,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bauhaus,
Nick Fraelich,
Howard Jones,
Quando Quango,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sun City Girls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Wolf Eyes,
DNA,
The Smiths,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Red Krayola,
Qualms,
Prince Buster,
T.S.O.L.,
Swell Maps,
Depeche Mode,
Black Moon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
T. Rex,
The Offenders,
Liliput,
The Five Americans,
The Skatalites,
Index,
Toni Rubio,
Oblivians,
The Seeds,
The Gories,
Slave,
Saccharine Trust,
Jeff Lynne,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Faraquet,
Sugar Minott,
The Associates,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Harmonia,
The Evens,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Zapp,
the Slits,
Rotary Connection,
Arab on Radar,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.