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 Brunei and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Michael McDonald 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 Easy Going to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Judy Mowatt,
The Sound,
Sparks,
New York Dolls,
The United States of America,
Amazonics,
Popol Vuh,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ohio Players,
U.S. Maple,
Leonard Cohen,
Stereo Dub,
Nico,
Magma,
Tres Demented,
Bluetip,
Niagra,
Cal Tjader,
Kurtis Blow,
Sixth Finger,
Shuggie Otis,
JFA,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
a-ha,
Desert Stars,
Alton Ellis,
Yusef Lateef,
Ronnie Foster,
Wings,
Pet Shop Boys,
Brass Construction,
Archie Shepp,
Fela Kuti,
Alice Coltrane,
The Litter,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lucky Dragons,
David Axelrod,
Youth Brigade,
B.T. Express,
Wally Richardson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ultimate Spinach,
This Heat,
Roger Hodgson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
OOIOO,
Oneida,
The Barracudas,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Thee Headcoats,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rod Modell,
Ituana,
Minnie Riperton,
Deadbeat,
Vainqueur,
Hot Snakes,
Theoretical Girls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eve St. Jones,
Television Personalities,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.