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 South Sudan and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 arpeggiator 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Oblivians,
the Bar-Kays,
X-101,
The Motions,
Deakin,
Pierre Henry,
Sight & Sound,
The Skatalites,
Flipper,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Electric Prunes,
Jeff Mills,
Infiniti,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Skaos,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lindisfarne,
Sun City Girls,
EPMD,
Jerry's Kids,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pylon,
Toni Rubio,
Crispy Ambulance,
Howard Jones,
Zapp,
Metal Thangz,
Heaven 17,
Ohio Players,
Zero Boys,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pantytec,
Kaleidoscope,
Banda Bassotti,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Walker Brothers,
Nick Fraelich,
Soul II Soul,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Birthday Party,
Depeche Mode,
Blancmange,
The Kinks,
Cluster,
Clear Light,
Agitation Free,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Urselle,
The J.B.'s,
Gerry Rafferty,
Oneida,
The Blackbyrds,
Sandy B,
a-ha,
Dennis Brown,
The Litter,
Bob Dylan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Archie Shepp,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.