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 Germany and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 linndrum 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 Tears for Fears to the crunk 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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
The Remains,
Jacques Brel,
Deadbeat,
John Holt,
Roy Ayers,
Byron Stingily,
Scrapy,
Groovy Waters,
Alphaville,
The Golliwogs,
The Associates,
Eden Ahbez,
The Divine Comedy,
Crash Course in Science,
Mission of Burma,
Fatback Band,
Pagans,
Scratch Acid,
Graham Central Station,
Sonny Sharrock,
Smog,
U.S. Maple,
The Invisible,
Hashim,
Funky Four + One,
Underground Resistance,
the Bar-Kays,
The Fortunes,
David McCallum,
Whodini,
X-101,
Laurel Aitken,
Throbbing Gristle,
Flash Fearless,
Tropical Tobacco,
Intrusion,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Toasters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Donald Byrd,
Bluetip,
Crooked Eye,
Bang On A Can,
The New Christs,
Faust,
Soul II Soul,
Hardrive,
the Fania All-Stars,
AZ,
Frankie Knuckles,
Juan Atkins,
B.T. Express,
Alice Coltrane,
Sight & Sound,
Amon Düül,
The Barracudas,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sällskapet,
The Monochrome Set,
Joyce Sims,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
OOIOO,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.