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 Lithuania and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the grunge 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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Amon Düül,
Sound Behaviour,
Flipper,
Ken Boothe,
Scratch Acid,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Peter & Gordon,
Desert Stars,
Vainqueur,
Freddie Wadling,
Bobby Womack,
the Normal,
Talk Talk,
The Happenings,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sun City Girls,
Soul II Soul,
Black Pus,
Prince Buster,
Mr. Review,
Crispy Ambulance,
Adolescents,
Accadde A,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Altered Images,
Gabor Szabo,
The Cramps,
The Smiths,
Warsaw,
The Golliwogs,
Alton Ellis,
The Raincoats,
Joensuu 1685,
Black Moon,
The Gladiators,
June of 44,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eden Ahbez,
Amazonics,
Masters at Work,
DJ Sneak,
Eddi Front,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Qualms,
Soft Cell,
Avey Tare,
Unrelated Segments,
Animal Collective,
The Doors,
Nick Fraelich,
Sällskapet,
Flash Fearless,
The Slackers,
Neu!,
This Heat,
Reuben Wilson,
Ronnie Foster,
Cybotron,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.