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 Dominica and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Pylon to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
The Residents,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Connie Case,
Scott Walker,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Moby Grape,
Altered Images,
the Sonics,
E-Dancer,
Brand Nubian,
David McCallum,
The Seeds,
Brick,
Agent Orange,
The Wake,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cheater Slicks,
Rufus Thomas,
One Last Wish,
Gang Green,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Red Krayola,
Tommy Roe,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
PIL,
Skriet,
Eden Ahbez,
Eric Copeland,
Aswad,
The Slackers,
Delta 5,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Knickerbockers,
Chrome,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tropical Tobacco,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Traffic Nightmare,
Franke,
Ludus,
Eve St. Jones,
The Martian,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Excepter,
Motorama,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Neu!,
The Pop Group,
Yellowson,
Joy Division,
Tomorrow,
Josef K,
Minutemen,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lalann,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Carl Craig,
Ponytail,
Sam Rivers,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.