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 France and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Jeff Lynne 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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
A Certain Ratio,
Harmonia,
K-Klass,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Monolake,
Ludus,
Freddie Wadling,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Niagra,
Los Fastidios,
Joyce Sims,
Electric Prunes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Steve Hackett,
World's Most,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Flash Fearless,
Monks,
Pylon,
Spoonie Gee,
Lou Christie,
Camberwell Now,
PIL,
Camouflage,
Tom Boy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jeff Mills,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fatback Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
a-ha,
Eric B and Rakim,
Magazine,
John Coltrane,
Clear Light,
Barrington Levy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Second Layer,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Josef K,
Alice Coltrane,
Kayak,
Flipper,
Loose Ends,
DNA,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pere Ubu,
Wasted Youth,
The Fortunes,
The Skatalites,
The Pop Group,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scientists,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.