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 Fiji and from New York.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 clarinet 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 Delta 5 to the grime 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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pole,
Thee Headcoats,
Neu!,
Matthew Halsall,
Desert Stars,
Skaos,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Camouflage,
Funkadelic,
Nik Kershaw,
Tom Boy,
World's Most,
Deakin,
Lou Reed,
Monolake,
Rotary Connection,
Amon Düül,
Mission of Burma,
Unrelated Segments,
Joe Smooth,
Y Pants,
Rakim,
Maurizio,
Babytalk,
Kerri Chandler,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gang Gang Dance,
R.M.O.,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gang of Four,
Isaac Hayes,
Altered Images,
Prince Buster,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Man Parrish,
Minor Threat,
Ronnie Foster,
Pulsallama,
The Fortunes,
Sällskapet,
The Angels of Light,
Jesper Dahlback,
Clear Light,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Blossom Toes,
Wasted Youth,
The Motions,
Metal Thangz,
Mars,
Sugar Minott,
Quando Quango,
Groovy Waters,
Negative Approach,
The Move,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lakeside,
Leonard Cohen,
Depeche Mode,
Tres Demented,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.