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 Morocco and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Houston.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 John Lydon to the rap 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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Aswad,
Connie Case,
Television Personalities,
Sun Ra,
Todd Rundgren,
FM Einheit,
Vainqueur,
Joe Finger,
The Skatalites,
The Fortunes,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Bar-Kays,
Faust,
Kayak,
Byron Stingily,
Deepchord,
Cal Tjader,
ABBA,
Radiopuhelimet,
Warren Ellis,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Newcleus,
Mad Mike,
Ultra Naté,
Bobby Sherman,
Accadde A,
Motorama,
Ronan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Dave Clark Five,
Boredoms,
Terrestrial Tones,
Drive Like Jehu,
Leonard Cohen,
Maurizio,
Whodini,
UT,
Minny Pops,
Reuben Wilson,
Pussy Galore,
Average White Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
T. Rex,
Angry Samoans,
The Knickerbockers,
John Holt,
Thompson Twins,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bobby Womack,
One Last Wish,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Neon Judgement,
The Standells,
Audionom,
Andrew Hill,
Stiv Bators,
PIL,
Lindisfarne,
The Toasters,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.