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 Nigeria and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 synthesizer 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the electroclash 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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pagans,
Marmalade,
Severed Heads,
Dawn Penn,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Detroit Cobras,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Minutemen,
Don Cherry,
DNA,
The Angels of Light,
Scrapy,
The Smoke,
Au Pairs,
Stereo Dub,
Lucky Dragons,
Neil Young,
Ronnie Foster,
David Axelrod,
Tubeway Army,
Zero Boys,
Saccharine Trust,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Albert Ayler,
Robert Hood,
Ice-T,
Dual Sessions,
Marcia Griffiths,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Los Fastidios,
The Stooges,
June of 44,
Jerry's Kids,
Sight & Sound,
Marvin Gaye,
A Certain Ratio,
Rotary Connection,
Patti Smith,
Bobby Byrd,
The Vogues,
Ken Boothe,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ultimate Spinach,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sällskapet,
Gang Starr,
Arab on Radar,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pole,
Camberwell Now,
Urselle,
The Residents,
Scion,
Flash Fearless,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
World's Most,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.