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 Fiji and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Dark Day to the grunge 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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Talk Talk,
Lee Hazlewood,
Charles Mingus,
The Grass Roots,
The Five Americans,
The Blues Magoos,
Index,
Magazine,
Yusef Lateef,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cymande,
Faraquet,
Ornette Coleman,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The American Breed,
Chrome,
Ken Boothe,
Soul II Soul,
B.T. Express,
Funkadelic,
Television Personalities,
the Slits,
The Electric Prunes,
Royal Trux,
The Beau Brummels,
Dorothy Ashby,
Brass Construction,
The Motions,
Eric Copeland,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Guru Guru,
The Human League,
Eric Dolphy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Doors,
the Human League,
Gang of Four,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Offenders,
Terry Callier,
Josef K,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rosa Yemen,
The Walker Brothers,
Marine Girls,
Agent Orange,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Los Fastidios,
Severed Heads,
Urselle,
Johnny Clarke,
Radiopuhelimet,
Joy Division,
Alice Coltrane,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Moebius,
Brick,
The Busters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.