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 Tajikistan and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Symarip to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Duran Duran,
The Blackbyrds,
Sam Rivers,
The Grass Roots,
Black Moon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Monolake,
Don Cherry,
Kerrie Biddell,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mary Jane Girls,
Can,
Adolescents,
Eurythmics,
cv313,
Intrusion,
Minny Pops,
Liliput,
Technova,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Music Machine,
The J.B.'s,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Barry Ungar,
Kerri Chandler,
Fad Gadget,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Gun Club,
Janne Schatter,
Warsaw,
The New Christs,
R.M.O.,
the Fania All-Stars,
Aswad,
Tomorrow,
Gang Starr,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Slave,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bob Dylan,
MC5,
Nik Kershaw,
The Zeros,
Dead Boys,
Sandy B,
Y Pants,
Lalann,
Niagra,
The Offenders,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lakeside,
Rod Modell,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.