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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Hoover to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
The Tremeloes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Doors,
Roxette,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Spoonie Gee,
Nils Olav,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Blues Magoos,
Letta Mbulu,
Throbbing Gristle,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eric Copeland,
The Move,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bobby Byrd,
The Red Krayola,
Archie Shepp,
Joey Negro,
the Bar-Kays,
Mad Mike,
The Slackers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fat Boys,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Funky Four + One,
The Birthday Party,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Dead C,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Black Flag,
Icehouse,
Electric Prunes,
Japan,
Rites of Spring,
The Fire Engines,
D'Angelo,
These Immortal Souls,
the Normal,
Altered Images,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
DJ Sneak,
Robert Hood,
Lalann,
Animal Collective,
Eli Mardock,
Dennis Brown,
Eric Dolphy,
Brothers Johnson,
The Names,
The Knickerbockers,
DNA,
The Angels of Light,
Ten City,
One Last Wish,
Minor Threat,
F. McDonald,
Ituana,
David Bowie,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.