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 Malaysia and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 David Bowie 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Boz Scaggs,
Dawn Penn,
Metal Thangz,
Pylon,
Deakin,
Black Sheep,
Amazonics,
Black Pus,
John Coltrane,
Andrew Hill,
Agent Orange,
Lakeside,
The Happenings,
Todd Rundgren,
Thee Headcoats,
This Heat,
UT,
Neu!,
La Düsseldorf,
Clear Light,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Matthew Bourne,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lucky Dragons,
The Beau Brummels,
the Human League,
Joe Finger,
Easy Going,
Dennis Brown,
Visage,
Schoolly D,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Au Pairs,
Eurythmics,
Essential Logic,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kerri Chandler,
Rapeman,
Scrapy,
John Lydon,
Hot Snakes,
Fluxion,
Pantaleimon,
James White and The Blacks,
Groovy Waters,
The Fall,
Bluetip,
Black Moon,
Television,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Angels of Light,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nick Fraelich,
E-Dancer,
Slick Rick,
DJ Style,
The Blues Magoos,
Henry Cow,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rod Modell,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.