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 Micronesia and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Offenders 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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Stereo Dub,
Spoonie Gee,
Delta 5,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sparks,
Los Fastidios,
Faraquet,
Suburban Knight,
The Zeros,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Grey Daturas,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sun City Girls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Throbbing Gristle,
Barrington Levy,
Pole,
Amazonics,
Cheater Slicks,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Blues Magoos,
Glenn Branca,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Symarip,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
PIL,
The Cure,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Smiths,
EPMD,
Peter and Kerry,
Laurel Aitken,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
June Days,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Quadrant,
Ralphi Rosario,
Desert Stars,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nils Olav,
The Human League,
Thompson Twins,
The Monochrome Set,
Erasure,
Metal Thangz,
Bang On A Can,
The Count Five,
Scan 7,
the Normal,
Country Teasers,
Fluxion,
the Human League,
Eddi Front,
Suicide,
Ludus,
Gregory Isaacs,
Warsaw,
Reuben Wilson,
The Buckinghams,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marmalade,
The Vogues,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.