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 Georgia and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Japan to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
The Fugs,
Leonard Cohen,
Fugazi,
Donny Hathaway,
Arcadia,
Rhythm & Sound,
Porter Ricks,
D'Angelo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Barracudas,
Crime,
Motorama,
Alison Limerick,
Slick Rick,
Bauhaus,
Pet Shop Boys,
Buzzcocks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Panda Bear,
Lakeside,
ABC,
Das Ding,
The Birthday Party,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sixth Finger,
The Real Kids,
Todd Terry,
Eli Mardock,
Kool Moe Dee,
R.M.O.,
EPMD,
Cluster,
Accadde A,
The Divine Comedy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Stiv Bators,
Faraquet,
Mr. Review,
Interpol,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
John Lydon,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Blues Magoos,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ronnie Foster,
Liliput,
Urselle,
David McCallum,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Happenings,
The Smoke,
Terry Callier,
T. Rex,
Derrick Morgan,
Lee Hazlewood,
10cc,
X-Ray Spex,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.