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 Venezuela and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 T. Rex to the funk 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
DJ Sneak,
Cymande,
Quantec,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Thee Headcoats,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ossler,
Mission of Burma,
Rosa Yemen,
Darondo,
T.S.O.L.,
Pussy Galore,
The Remains,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mandrill,
Aural Exciters,
The Divine Comedy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Beau Brummels,
Ornette Coleman,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
CMW,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sugar Minott,
The Neon Judgement,
Terry Callier,
Franke,
The Music Machine,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Modern Lovers,
Pierre Henry,
X-Ray Spex,
Morten Harket,
ABBA,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
China Crisis,
The Move,
David Axelrod,
The Dave Clark Five,
Second Layer,
In Retrospect,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Searchers,
Mr. Review,
Marmalade,
Duran Duran,
The Zeros,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
8 Eyed Spy,
Young Marble Giants,
LL Cool J,
The Offenders,
Dawn Penn,
Al Stewart,
Q65,
Black Bananas,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.