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 Swaziland and from Hong Kong.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 rhodes 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Vogues,
Can,
Jeff Mills,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Trojans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Monochrome Set,
Amon Düül,
10cc,
the Association,
DJ Style,
Babytalk,
The Doors,
Deadbeat,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cal Tjader,
World's Most,
Dennis Brown,
Magazine,
Index,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sparks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Inner City,
Masters at Work,
Junior Murvin,
The Standells,
Gregory Isaacs,
Funkadelic,
JFA,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Simply Red,
The New Christs,
Wings,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rhythm & Sound,
Throbbing Gristle,
Skriet,
Dead Boys,
Qualms,
Rapeman,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Grauzone,
Nirvana,
Erykah Badu,
Soft Cell,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tears for Fears,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Radiopuhelimet,
Magma,
The Gories,
Mars,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Main Source,
Jandek,
Swell Maps,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.