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 Iran 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Max Romeo to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Theoretical Girls,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Durutti Column,
Panda Bear,
Main Source,
The Selecter,
Scientists,
The Kinks,
U.S. Maple,
Dual Sessions,
Reuben Wilson,
Q65,
The Cowsills,
Rakim,
Nico,
Henry Cow,
Joe Smooth,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Amazonics,
Interpol,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mary Jane Girls,
Khruangbin,
The Alarm Clocks,
Peter and Kerry,
Stiv Bators,
EPMD,
Faraquet,
The Evens,
Bizarre Inc.,
Outsiders,
Inner City,
Icehouse,
Blake Baxter,
Tears for Fears,
Symarip,
Bobby Womack,
Suburban Knight,
Liliput,
Bang On A Can,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Desert Stars,
The Velvet Underground,
Eurythmics,
the Fania All-Stars,
Flash Fearless,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Angels of Light,
Al Stewart,
The Young Rascals,
The Invisible,
Ten City,
Lucky Dragons,
Janne Schatter,
Graham Central Station,
Cybotron,
Kerri Chandler,
Au Pairs,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.