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 United States and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Madrid.
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 spring reverb 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Soul II Soul,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pussy Galore,
Duran Duran,
Icehouse,
The American Breed,
Whodini,
Arthur Verocai,
The Beau Brummels,
Nick Fraelich,
Visage,
Bluetip,
Das Ding,
Vladislav Delay,
Lower 48,
Prince Buster,
The Saints,
Silicon Teens,
Jesper Dahlback,
Crispian St. Peters,
JFA,
Soft Machine,
John Lydon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Angry Samoans,
Gerry Rafferty,
Glambeats Corp.,
Clear Light,
Erykah Badu,
Scion,
The Dirtbombs,
Matthew Halsall,
Michelle Simonal,
Jeff Lynne,
Pole,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dorothy Ashby,
Magma,
Crash Course in Science,
Flamin' Groovies,
Vainqueur,
Unrelated Segments,
Harpers Bizarre,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Blossom Toes,
Kerri Chandler,
Fluxion,
The Count Five,
Japan,
The Electric Prunes,
The Fugs,
The Gories,
Funky Four + One,
Rhythm & Sound,
Joy Division,
Fear,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Offenders,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.