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 Switzerland and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the jazz 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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Von Mondo,
Maleditus Sound,
Lindisfarne,
the Human League,
The Gladiators,
EPMD,
The Seeds,
Unwound,
The Fire Engines,
The Misunderstood,
The Doors,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Busters,
Scott Walker,
The Real Kids,
Jesper Dahlback,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
In Retrospect,
Amazonics,
Spandau Ballet,
Donald Byrd,
The Electric Prunes,
Marvin Gaye,
Youth Brigade,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Iggy Pop,
Max Romeo,
Make Up,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Niagra,
Johnny Osbourne,
Aloha Tigers,
The Associates,
Amon Düül II,
The Cure,
Lee Hazlewood,
Colin Newman,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Popol Vuh,
Rotary Connection,
Wally Richardson,
Swell Maps,
Qualms,
ABC,
Index,
Jacob Miller,
The Stooges,
Lungfish,
The Doobie Brothers,
Arab on Radar,
Minutemen,
Pet Shop Boys,
Man Parrish,
Cecil Taylor,
Mars,
Shuggie Otis,
Derrick Morgan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
U.S. Maple,
Cheater Slicks,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.