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 Dominican Republic and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Country Teasers to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Magma,
Arab on Radar,
David Axelrod,
The Divine Comedy,
Jerry's Kids,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gong,
Spandau Ballet,
Sällskapet,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kerrie Biddell,
Amon Düül,
Hot Snakes,
The Golliwogs,
This Heat,
Grey Daturas,
Donny Hathaway,
Bill Near,
Colin Newman,
Blossom Toes,
Black Flag,
Sonny Sharrock,
Idris Muhammad,
Vainqueur,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Doobie Brothers,
DNA,
Pole,
Loose Ends,
Gabor Szabo,
The Motions,
the Association,
Freddie Wadling,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Dead C,
the Sonics,
Derrick May,
Curtis Mayfield,
Groovy Waters,
The Mummies,
Theoretical Girls,
Tears for Fears,
The Human League,
Ten City,
a-ha,
Eric Copeland,
Eve St. Jones,
Wire,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Thee Headcoats,
Soft Cell,
Archie Shepp,
The Zeros,
Bluetip,
Heaven 17,
The Beau Brummels,
Brass Construction,
Tommy Roe,
The Fire Engines,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.