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 Namibia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 güiro 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 Arcadia to the disco 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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Niagra,
Danielle Patucci,
Underground Resistance,
T. Rex,
Simply Red,
the Association,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Stereo Dub,
Joe Finger,
Peter & Gordon,
Matthew Halsall,
Steve Hackett,
Cybotron,
Drive Like Jehu,
Faraquet,
Bill Near,
The Mojo Men,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
PIL,
The Buckinghams,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Swell Maps,
Brand Nubian,
Schoolly D,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kayak,
These Immortal Souls,
Blancmange,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Barry Ungar,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Barrington Levy,
Icehouse,
Thee Headcoats,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Severed Heads,
The Techniques,
Arthur Verocai,
L. Decosne,
Byron Stingily,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scott Walker,
The Cure,
Bluetip,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Agitation Free,
Public Enemy,
The Cowsills,
The Sound,
Al Stewart,
The Motions,
The Fire Engines,
Lalo Schifrin,
The J.B.'s,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bronski Beat,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.