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 Finland and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Das Ding to the dance 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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mandrill,
Bluetip,
New Age Steppers,
Sparks,
Malaria!,
Scott Walker,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Japan,
the Soft Cell,
Wings,
Boogie Down Productions,
Silicon Teens,
The Busters,
Marine Girls,
The Martian,
Peter & Gordon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Q65,
Dead Boys,
Masters at Work,
Sonny Sharrock,
Can,
Skaos,
The Fugs,
Banda Bassotti,
Soul Sonic Force,
OOIOO,
Darondo,
Yusef Lateef,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Goldenarms,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Smog,
Scratch Acid,
The Five Americans,
Man Parrish,
Tomorrow,
The Walker Brothers,
Blossom Toes,
Boredoms,
Nas,
Audionom,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
X-102,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kenny Larkin,
Nico,
Babytalk,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Associates,
Q and Not U,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Joensuu 1685,
Adolescents,
The Fortunes,
Supertramp,
CMW,
Agent Orange,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
10cc,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.