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 Switzerland and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ 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 Kurtis Blow to the dance 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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Nirvana,
The Moleskins,
Deakin,
Monolake,
Nik Kershaw,
Ronan,
Can,
Robert Wyatt,
Scott Walker,
John Cale,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Selecter,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Japan,
Todd Terry,
Cameo,
EPMD,
Cymande,
Dawn Penn,
The Fall,
Model 500,
The Beau Brummels,
World's Most,
Kevin Saunderson,
Blancmange,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Motorama,
The Doobie Brothers,
Heaven 17,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Arab on Radar,
Skriet,
The Names,
Big Daddy Kane,
In Retrospect,
Leonard Cohen,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sugar Minott,
Althea and Donna,
Sun City Girls,
Deepchord,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tim Buckley,
Avey Tare,
Donald Byrd,
Minutemen,
Sight & Sound,
The Mojo Men,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Soft Cell,
The Shadows of Knight,
Yazoo,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mark Hollis,
Eric Dolphy,
The Toasters,
Negative Approach,
June Days,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Hardrive,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.