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 Grenada and from Houston.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Gil Scott Heron to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
The Monochrome Set,
The Fire Engines,
Warsaw,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Panda Bear,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mad Mike,
Goldenarms,
The Human League,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Associates,
John Foxx,
Aloha Tigers,
Skriet,
Big Daddy Kane,
R.M.O.,
X-Ray Spex,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Negative Approach,
Junior Murvin,
Lower 48,
The Stooges,
The Golliwogs,
Von Mondo,
Procol Harum,
Fela Kuti,
Bad Manners,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Talk Talk,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Joe Finger,
The Standells,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jeru the Damaja,
Heaven 17,
Das Ding,
Tomorrow,
Mission of Burma,
Scrapy,
Roger Hodgson,
Qualms,
Brick,
Lou Reed,
Letta Mbulu,
Sex Pistols,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Donald Byrd,
T.S.O.L.,
Sugar Minott,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Joey Negro,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gong,
Monks,
Mo-Dettes,
Fear,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.