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 Ecuador and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Mars to the grunge 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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
The Black Dice,
Roger Hodgson,
Kurtis Blow,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Clear Light,
David Axelrod,
Suburban Knight,
Thee Headcoats,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
KRS-One,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Man Parrish,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Alton Ellis,
Patti Smith,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Unrelated Segments,
Toni Rubio,
Liliput,
Second Layer,
Echospace,
Bobby Sherman,
The Litter,
DNA,
The Count Five,
Matthew Halsall,
Theoretical Girls,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mo-Dettes,
Anthony Braxton,
Roxette,
Nick Fraelich,
Arthur Verocai,
Derrick May,
Easy Going,
Neil Young,
Alice Coltrane,
John Coltrane,
The Smiths,
Joe Finger,
Bill Wells,
The Blackbyrds,
Blancmange,
Rod Modell,
Junior Murvin,
ABBA,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Gladiators,
Jeru the Damaja,
Subhumans,
Sight & Sound,
The Misunderstood,
Bluetip,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Au Pairs,
Organ,
Yaz,
The Busters,
Graham Central Station,
Darondo,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.