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 Singapore and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 mellotron 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 In Retrospect to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Los Fastidios,
Moebius,
Nico,
The Gap Band,
Sparks,
Pagans,
The Black Dice,
Adolescents,
FM Einheit,
Magma,
The Smiths,
The Searchers,
F. McDonald,
The Electric Prunes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Arcadia,
Gang Starr,
Skarface,
Flipper,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Darondo,
Quantec,
Blancmange,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Public Enemy,
Davy DMX,
Jacques Brel,
Bluetip,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bill Near,
Agitation Free,
Bobby Byrd,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Stiv Bators,
Pantaleimon,
The Birthday Party,
The Wake,
Bush Tetras,
Spoonie Gee,
Bill Wells,
T.S.O.L.,
Popol Vuh,
The Doobie Brothers,
Youth Brigade,
Q and Not U,
Susan Cadogan,
Malaria!,
Agent Orange,
Young Marble Giants,
Joe Smooth,
Deakin,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pantytec,
Josef K,
PIL,
Hashim,
Outsiders,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Chrome,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.