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 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 One Last Wish to the jazz 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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Byron Stingily,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sun City Girls,
Black Flag,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eli Mardock,
Slick Rick,
Tres Demented,
Gang Starr,
Zero Boys,
Brick,
The Smoke,
Ituana,
Soulsonic Force,
Maleditus Sound,
Avey Tare,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ash Ra Tempel,
R.M.O.,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Slits,
Q and Not U,
Mr. Review,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fluxion,
Inner City,
MC5,
ABC,
Hoover,
Section 25,
Technova,
Wings,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Moody Blues,
LL Cool J,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The United States of America,
Henry Cow,
Ultra Naté,
The Human League,
Television Personalities,
10cc,
John Cale,
Easy Going,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Harmonia,
The Cramps,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Depeche Mode,
John Holt,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jeru the Damaja,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Goldenarms,
Zapp,
Thee Headcoats,
The Monochrome Set,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.