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 Germany and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 rhodes 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 Star Department to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
H. Thieme,
Eurythmics,
Rapeman,
Rufus Thomas,
The Pretty Things,
Reagan Youth,
Echospace,
Soul Sonic Force,
Glambeats Corp.,
Wally Richardson,
Cybotron,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rhythm & Sound,
Goldenarms,
The Raincoats,
Lee Hazlewood,
Shoche,
Pylon,
Harry Pussy,
Matthew Bourne,
Rotary Connection,
The J.B.'s,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Moody Blues,
Nico,
The Red Krayola,
Colin Newman,
Johnny Clarke,
Organ,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Henry Cow,
Janne Schatter,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kas Product,
Susan Cadogan,
Harmonia,
The Sound,
Altered Images,
Country Teasers,
DJ Sneak,
Joy Division,
Negative Approach,
Sex Pistols,
Urselle,
Vainqueur,
The Leaves,
The Fugs,
Blossom Toes,
Davy DMX,
Black Pus,
Jeff Lynne,
Chris & Cosey,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Buzzcocks,
The Monks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lalo Schifrin,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.