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 Liberia 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and London.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Velvet Underground to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Slits,
Iggy Pop,
Public Enemy,
The Martian,
Barbara Tucker,
Anakelly,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fela Kuti,
Ice-T,
Joey Negro,
Model 500,
Stetsasonic,
The Index,
Popol Vuh,
Derrick Morgan,
The Electric Prunes,
Bush Tetras,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Laurel Aitken,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rites of Spring,
The Durutti Column,
Vladislav Delay,
Wasted Youth,
Scientists,
Camberwell Now,
The Alarm Clocks,
Soulsonic Force,
Minny Pops,
Kayak,
Leonard Cohen,
Tres Demented,
Peter and Kerry,
Outsiders,
Black Pus,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
David Axelrod,
Anthony Braxton,
Little Man,
The Saints,
Isaac Hayes,
Buzzcocks,
Idris Muhammad,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Easy Going,
La Düsseldorf,
Ken Boothe,
The Evens,
Accadde A,
Amon Düül II,
Peter & Gordon,
DNA,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Roy Ayers,
ABC,
Basic Channel,
The Shadows of Knight,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.