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 Palau and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 spring reverb 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 Dave Gahan to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
ABC,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Funkadelic,
Byron Stingily,
Gerry Rafferty,
Matthew Bourne,
Cameo,
Ultravox,
Y Pants,
The Cowsills,
Make Up,
Moby Grape,
The Star Department,
Gong,
Bronski Beat,
Moebius,
Ice-T,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sixth Finger,
Grauzone,
The Moleskins,
Robert Hood,
T. Rex,
Scrapy,
Roxy Music,
Arcadia,
the Sonics,
The Associates,
F. McDonald,
The Human League,
Arthur Verocai,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sun City Girls,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Vogues,
Interpol,
Delta 5,
John Lydon,
H. Thieme,
Gil Scott Heron,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Swans,
Prince Buster,
World's Most,
Roger Hodgson,
Bootsy Collins,
Cybotron,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Model 500,
Lightning Bolt,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sam Rivers,
the Association,
Pole,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Girls At Our Best!,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.