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 Bangladesh and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 marimba 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 ABBA to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
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,
The Modern Lovers,
Todd Rundgren,
Godley & Creme,
Severed Heads,
Von Mondo,
The Dead C,
Terry Callier,
John Lydon,
The Seeds,
Gil Scott Heron,
Traffic Nightmare,
Model 500,
Public Enemy,
Sun City Girls,
The Vogues,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Alarm Clocks,
The American Breed,
CMW,
Toni Rubio,
Sparks,
Jandek,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Soft Cell,
Scion,
The Sonics,
48th St. Collective,
Chrome,
Section 25,
The Beau Brummels,
Eve St. Jones,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Derrick Morgan,
The Toasters,
The Velvet Underground,
Fluxion,
Byron Stingily,
Agent Orange,
Ronan,
Stereo Dub,
The Selecter,
Ponytail,
Black Sheep,
ABBA,
the Human League,
Fatback Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kas Product,
Brand Nubian,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Al Stewart,
Peter and Kerry,
Carl Craig,
Jeff Lynne,
Tim Buckley,
Vainqueur,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sun Ra,
Quando Quango,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.