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 Dominican Republic and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 theremin 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 Scratch Acid to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
The Motions,
Ken Boothe,
Bill Wells,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tomorrow,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pussy Galore,
Brass Construction,
The Martian,
Excepter,
The Moleskins,
Suburban Knight,
Matthew Halsall,
Ituana,
The Slackers,
Nick Fraelich,
Country Teasers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gong,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lou Christie,
Hasil Adkins,
The Fall,
the Fania All-Stars,
Monolake,
Deakin,
Marvin Gaye,
Infiniti,
Public Enemy,
Dual Sessions,
Minny Pops,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jandek,
X-Ray Spex,
Pulsallama,
Camouflage,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nas,
Babytalk,
Lucky Dragons,
Yusef Lateef,
Erasure,
Traffic Nightmare,
Howard Jones,
The Grass Roots,
Nik Kershaw,
Maurizio,
Derrick May,
Slave,
Severed Heads,
Sound Behaviour,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
David Axelrod,
Peter and Kerry,
Deadbeat,
Pagans,
Gerry Rafferty,
D'Angelo,
Crooked Eye,
Bush Tetras,
Max Romeo,
The Count Five,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.