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 Korea South and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Thompson Twins to the rap 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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Matthew Halsall,
The Count Five,
kango's stein massive,
the Sonics,
John Holt,
Wire,
EPMD,
Arthur Verocai,
Robert Wyatt,
Procol Harum,
Eli Mardock,
Young Marble Giants,
FM Einheit,
Bush Tetras,
June of 44,
Khruangbin,
John Lydon,
Soul II Soul,
Stereo Dub,
Infiniti,
Amon Düül II,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Underground Resistance,
Terry Callier,
Desert Stars,
Moss Icon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Gap Band,
David McCallum,
The Knickerbockers,
R.M.O.,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Johnny Clarke,
The Offenders,
The Blackbyrds,
X-101,
Big Daddy Kane,
La Düsseldorf,
Bobby Sherman,
The Monochrome Set,
The Leaves,
T. Rex,
David Bowie,
Zapp,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Tremeloes,
Technova,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Malaria!,
Lalo Schifrin,
Hasil Adkins,
Rapeman,
Scion,
Barrington Levy,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Fania All-Stars,
Harmonia,
Sam Rivers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.