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 Ivory Coast and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Kas Product,
Robert Görl,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Red Krayola,
Basic Channel,
Crime,
Arab on Radar,
Cameo,
Mantronix,
the Germs,
the Sonics,
Royal Trux,
Judy Mowatt,
Rotary Connection,
Half Japanese,
Patti Smith,
Morten Harket,
Funkadelic,
Lou Christie,
The Golliwogs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Arcadia,
Grey Daturas,
Simply Red,
The Victims,
the Association,
Pole,
Joyce Sims,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pylon,
The Evens,
Roger Hodgson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Supertramp,
R.M.O.,
T.S.O.L.,
Parry Music,
Sam Rivers,
The Names,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Brass Construction,
Delon & Dalcan,
Curtis Mayfield,
Wolf Eyes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Qualms,
Prince Buster,
Piero Umiliani,
Visage,
Rekid,
Aswad,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Seeds,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Peter and Kerry,
Cecil Taylor,
Procol Harum,
Mission of Burma,
Leonard Cohen,
Gabor Szabo,
The Moody Blues,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.