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 Saudi Arabia and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang 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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Aaron Thompson,
These Immortal Souls,
a-ha,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Erykah Badu,
Bill Near,
Stetsasonic,
The Fugs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bush Tetras,
Deakin,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Monks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Derrick Morgan,
Byron Stingily,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Soft Cell,
This Heat,
The Saints,
The Evens,
Fat Boys,
Groovy Waters,
Mo-Dettes,
Ornette Coleman,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rotary Connection,
Lindisfarne,
Dark Day,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Infiniti,
Eurythmics,
Sparks,
Archie Shepp,
LL Cool J,
MDC,
The Victims,
OOIOO,
Big Daddy Kane,
John Coltrane,
Pylon,
Boredoms,
Josef K,
The Zeros,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Mojo Men,
Marmalade,
Excepter,
Cameo,
Ice-T,
Wire,
Radio Birdman,
Brothers Johnson,
F. McDonald,
Althea and Donna,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Steve Hackett,
Scion,
Jeff Lynne,
Deadbeat,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.