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 Lesotho and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 snare 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 Pussy Galore to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Terrestrial Tones,
FM Einheit,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Slick Rick,
Al Stewart,
Newcleus,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Buckinghams,
The Doobie Brothers,
Quando Quango,
Skriet,
Matthew Halsall,
Mr. Review,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Oneida,
The Young Rascals,
Yaz,
Black Sheep,
Funky Four + One,
Don Cherry,
Agent Orange,
The Monks,
Hoover,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Glenn Branca,
Metal Thangz,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Be Bop Deluxe,
MDC,
Peter and Kerry,
Bang On A Can,
Nils Olav,
Roger Hodgson,
E-Dancer,
Crooked Eye,
Lyres,
The Cure,
Harmonia,
Symarip,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Zeros,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Camouflage,
Agitation Free,
Henry Cow,
Bluetip,
Severed Heads,
June Days,
The Birthday Party,
The Skatalites,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eric Copeland,
Roxette,
Rekid,
Joyce Sims,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dead Boys,
The Misunderstood,
Tears for Fears,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.