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 Lesotho and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 arpeggiator 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 The Trojans to the rock 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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Japan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Zero Boys,
Camouflage,
Livin' Joy,
The Saints,
Aloha Tigers,
Pole,
World's Most,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mission of Burma,
New Age Steppers,
Minnie Riperton,
Cecil Taylor,
Girls At Our Best!,
Soulsonic Force,
Wally Richardson,
The Invisible,
Lalann,
The Sound,
The Toasters,
Joyce Sims,
Absolute Body Control,
Boz Scaggs,
the Association,
The Knickerbockers,
The Remains,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Yaz,
Patti Smith,
Clear Light,
Whodini,
Ohio Players,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Electric Prunes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marine Girls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Young Rascals,
Half Japanese,
DJ Sneak,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Raincoats,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Graham Central Station,
Con Funk Shun,
The Red Krayola,
the Slits,
Chrome,
Bill Wells,
David McCallum,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Public Image Ltd.,
Theoretical Girls,
The Black Dice,
Panda Bear,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Babytalk,
Peter & Gordon,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.