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 Iceland and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 arpeggiator 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Oblivians,
Derrick Morgan,
The Fortunes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
AZ,
The Flesh Eaters,
Suicide,
the Germs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Prince Buster,
Robert Wyatt,
Erykah Badu,
Eric B and Rakim,
Y Pants,
Gichy Dan,
Rekid,
Ponytail,
Excepter,
Marine Girls,
Neil Young,
Cecil Taylor,
Aural Exciters,
Isaac Hayes,
L. Decosne,
Hardrive,
8 Eyed Spy,
Vainqueur,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Techniques,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Doors,
the Human League,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The United States of America,
Pierre Henry,
Glenn Branca,
Deadbeat,
Soulsonic Force,
Man Parrish,
Marmalade,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fort Wilson Riot,
R.M.O.,
Moby Grape,
Lyres,
Television Personalities,
Royal Trux,
Minnie Riperton,
Mark Hollis,
The Mojo Men,
K-Klass,
Howard Jones,
The Pop Group,
Average White Band,
John Lydon,
Marvin Gaye,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tom Boy,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.