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 Afghanistan and from Mumbai.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 David McCallum to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Aaron Thompson,
The Mummies,
In Retrospect,
The Neon Judgement,
Mantronix,
Idris Muhammad,
The Monochrome Set,
Gong,
Dual Sessions,
Masters at Work,
Sex Pistols,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Metal Thangz,
Echospace,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scrapy,
Michelle Simonal,
Trumans Water,
The Velvet Underground,
Iggy Pop,
Fugazi,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mandrill,
Circle Jerks,
Alison Limerick,
Joe Finger,
Schoolly D,
The United States of America,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marmalade,
Toni Rubio,
Howard Jones,
Gang Gang Dance,
Althea and Donna,
The Monks,
MDC,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Duran Duran,
Lakeside,
Adolescents,
Lou Christie,
China Crisis,
Chrome,
Mr. Review,
The Evens,
Crispy Ambulance,
Groovy Waters,
Talk Talk,
Subhumans,
Darondo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Aloha Tigers,
Pere Ubu,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Fortunes,
Gichy Dan,
A Certain Ratio,
Terry Callier,
Yaz,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.