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 Libya and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 organ 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Lalo Schifrin,
Blancmange,
Lee Hazlewood,
Yellowson,
Visage,
Soulsonic Force,
Jawbox,
Barclay James Harvest,
T.S.O.L.,
Make Up,
Janne Schatter,
Procol Harum,
DNA,
F. McDonald,
the Fania All-Stars,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Faraquet,
Gang of Four,
Ken Boothe,
Sam Rivers,
Vainqueur,
Eden Ahbez,
Girls At Our Best!,
Curtis Mayfield,
a-ha,
The Skatalites,
Amazonics,
The Busters,
Black Sheep,
Andrew Hill,
Arab on Radar,
Mars,
The Golliwogs,
Soul II Soul,
Albert Ayler,
Crooked Eye,
Barrington Levy,
Bootsy Collins,
Slick Rick,
E-Dancer,
Harry Pussy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
David Bowie,
Warren Ellis,
Jeff Lynne,
Byron Stingily,
Sandy B,
Tres Demented,
The Monks,
Althea and Donna,
Easy Going,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Black Flag,
Grauzone,
Black Moon,
Eurythmics,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Fire Engines,
Royal Trux,
Maleditus Sound,
Moby Grape,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Red Krayola,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.