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 Libya and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 cv313 to the techno 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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
MDC,
Joy Division,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Idris Muhammad,
Judy Mowatt,
Television,
Severed Heads,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Moebius,
Pierre Henry,
Sexual Harrassment,
Unwound,
Outsiders,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sällskapet,
T. Rex,
Fat Boys,
The Divine Comedy,
Crash Course in Science,
Marcia Griffiths,
Reagan Youth,
Soft Machine,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Techniques,
The Dead C,
The Busters,
Ronnie Foster,
Inner City,
Rites of Spring,
Black Flag,
The Motions,
Banda Bassotti,
JFA,
Quantec,
Monks,
Graham Central Station,
Eurythmics,
Dual Sessions,
Soul II Soul,
Dave Gahan,
Kayak,
Warren Ellis,
Janne Schatter,
Urselle,
Altered Images,
Sugar Minott,
Sight & Sound,
In Retrospect,
Animal Collective,
Q65,
Duran Duran,
Gang Starr,
Steve Hackett,
Slave,
Fugazi,
Accadde A,
Rosa Yemen,
Excepter,
Tres Demented,
The Pretty Things,
The Moody Blues,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.