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 Vanuatu and from London.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Flipper to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Star Department,
Black Sheep,
Dark Day,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Fall,
Visage,
Masters at Work,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Young Rascals,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Boredoms,
B.T. Express,
Kayak,
Pagans,
Scientists,
The Flesh Eaters,
Goldenarms,
Ken Boothe,
Fear,
Yazoo,
Ronan,
10cc,
China Crisis,
Lakeside,
Peter and Kerry,
The Misunderstood,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cybotron,
K-Klass,
Jeru the Damaja,
Subhumans,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sun Ra,
Panda Bear,
Joe Smooth,
Danielle Patucci,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bad Manners,
Glenn Branca,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Busters,
The Fire Engines,
Wasted Youth,
T.S.O.L.,
Q and Not U,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Moss Icon,
The Monochrome Set,
Ludus,
ABBA,
The Happenings,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eddi Front,
The Remains,
Vladislav Delay,
A Certain Ratio,
Kurtis Blow,
Animal Collective,
The Grass Roots,
Delon & Dalcan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.