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 Indonesia and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Aaron Thompson to the techno 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Mandrill,
China Crisis,
Ohio Players,
Reuben Wilson,
Q65,
The Mojo Men,
Eve St. Jones,
Shoche,
Mantronix,
Sight & Sound,
Laurel Aitken,
Erykah Badu,
Archie Shepp,
Mad Mike,
Monolake,
The Busters,
Stiv Bators,
Deepchord,
The Angels of Light,
Index,
The Neon Judgement,
Kool Moe Dee,
Royal Trux,
T. Rex,
Cybotron,
Television,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tim Buckley,
Popol Vuh,
Matthew Bourne,
Bill Wells,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Glenn Branca,
Wire,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mr. Review,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sällskapet,
Funky Four + One,
Buzzcocks,
Scientists,
DJ Sneak,
Lindisfarne,
Scion,
Marine Girls,
Tom Boy,
R.M.O.,
Gang Green,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nils Olav,
Yazoo,
The Gladiators,
Nation of Ulysses,
Interpol,
Blossom Toes,
Deakin,
Steve Hackett,
Lightning Bolt,
Dennis Brown,
Godley & Creme,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.