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 China and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 sitar 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 Thee Headcoats to the rap 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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
The Fire Engines,
the Swans,
Swell Maps,
Blake Baxter,
Stetsasonic,
The Young Rascals,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bauhaus,
UT,
Hasil Adkins,
Joy Division,
Tears for Fears,
Pole,
Dorothy Ashby,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Spandau Ballet,
Eddi Front,
Chris Corsano,
The Fuzztones,
Anakelly,
Soft Cell,
Ituana,
Tomorrow,
A Certain Ratio,
Supertramp,
Matthew Bourne,
Kool Moe Dee,
Neu!,
The Standells,
Juan Atkins,
Nirvana,
Simply Red,
Radiohead,
Faust,
Faraquet,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pylon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fela Kuti,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eurythmics,
The Motions,
Scrapy,
JFA,
The Trojans,
New York Dolls,
Jacques Brel,
Banda Bassotti,
Tubeway Army,
The United States of America,
Liliput,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Alphaville,
The Modern Lovers,
The Index,
Khruangbin,
Inner City,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.