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 Colombia and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manchester.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Parry Music to the disco 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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Gregory Isaacs,
Wings,
Crooked Eye,
Gichy Dan,
cv313,
Carl Craig,
Sandy B,
Second Layer,
These Immortal Souls,
Banda Bassotti,
Lindisfarne,
Lower 48,
Anthony Braxton,
JFA,
Quando Quango,
Danielle Patucci,
Prince Buster,
Rites of Spring,
Spoonie Gee,
John Foxx,
Boredoms,
Quadrant,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Leaves,
The Grass Roots,
The United States of America,
David Bowie,
Mandrill,
Ituana,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Hot Snakes,
The Gap Band,
The Names,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Victims,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Shuggie Otis,
the Human League,
The Associates,
Hardrive,
The Saints,
The Fortunes,
Gil Scott Heron,
AZ,
Neil Young,
Funky Four + One,
Country Teasers,
The Real Kids,
X-102,
Nils Olav,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gang of Four,
The Wake,
Yusef Lateef,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.