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 Egypt and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Icehouse to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
The Slackers,
Cymande,
Zapp,
Excepter,
Heaven 17,
Skarface,
Pagans,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cluster,
The Invisible,
E-Dancer,
The Dirtbombs,
AZ,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bronski Beat,
Fat Boys,
Radiohead,
Desert Stars,
Sixth Finger,
The Martian,
These Immortal Souls,
Goldenarms,
Wally Richardson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Flash Fearless,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tropical Tobacco,
Khruangbin,
Skaos,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lou Reed,
Brass Construction,
Robert Görl,
The Cowsills,
Judy Mowatt,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Stockholm Monsters,
Isaac Hayes,
This Heat,
Von Mondo,
Magma,
Gichy Dan,
Jeff Lynne,
The Mummies,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
La Düsseldorf,
David McCallum,
Ken Boothe,
Dawn Penn,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pylon,
Joyce Sims,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Amon Düül,
Robert Wyatt,
Al Stewart,
The Fortunes,
Silicon Teens,
Johnny Osbourne,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.