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 Armenia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Dorothy Ashby to the grime 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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Little Man,
Jerry's Kids,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Searchers,
Pere Ubu,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Roxy Music,
Animal Collective,
Half Japanese,
Wings,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jeru the Damaja,
Talk Talk,
Ken Boothe,
Ronan,
This Heat,
Grauzone,
Vainqueur,
The Wake,
Sex Pistols,
D'Angelo,
Duran Duran,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scientists,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marc Almond,
Marvin Gaye,
The Modern Lovers,
Young Marble Giants,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jeff Mills,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Stooges,
Black Bananas,
Roger Hodgson,
Bobby Womack,
The Misunderstood,
Procol Harum,
the Sonics,
Ultravox,
Lower 48,
The Grass Roots,
Tomorrow,
FM Einheit,
Bob Dylan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
kango's stein massive,
The Star Department,
The Skatalites,
Underground Resistance,
Eric Copeland,
Lakeside,
Gregory Isaacs,
Don Cherry,
Tommy Roe,
Marmalade,
Colin Newman,
Junior Murvin,
Con Funk Shun,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.