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 Egypt and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Black Sheep to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Wally Richardson,
Depeche Mode,
The Doors,
Lucky Dragons,
Index,
Eden Ahbez,
Mandrill,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Soul II Soul,
June of 44,
Sandy B,
Infiniti,
EPMD,
Spoonie Gee,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Morten Harket,
The Index,
The Smiths,
Deadbeat,
The Young Rascals,
Tom Boy,
Oblivians,
Rosa Yemen,
Black Flag,
Hot Snakes,
Skarface,
Banda Bassotti,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Martian,
Loose Ends,
Cybotron,
Hashim,
Pylon,
The Litter,
Johnny Clarke,
Blossom Toes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cecil Taylor,
Marshall Jefferson,
Amon Düül,
Organ,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Chrome,
Unrelated Segments,
Amon Düül II,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Byron Stingily,
Anthony Braxton,
Max Romeo,
Michelle Simonal,
Pere Ubu,
The Busters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Quando Quango,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Curtis Mayfield,
Delta 5,
Excepter,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.