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 Moldova and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ 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 The Sound to the jazz 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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters 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?
John Foxx,
Thee Headcoats,
The Velvet Underground,
Nils Olav,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tubeway Army,
Mark Hollis,
The Human League,
DJ Sneak,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Boogie Down Productions,
Schoolly D,
Minny Pops,
Bang On A Can,
Graham Central Station,
Kevin Saunderson,
Japan,
Roxette,
Sparks,
Joensuu 1685,
Bob Dylan,
Swell Maps,
Radiohead,
Amon Düül,
Trumans Water,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
In Retrospect,
Albert Ayler,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
B.T. Express,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Franke,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Hasil Adkins,
X-101,
Quando Quango,
KRS-One,
Kenny Larkin,
Sight & Sound,
Marc Almond,
Can,
The Fortunes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Von Mondo,
Todd Terry,
Roxy Music,
Urselle,
Rotary Connection,
Dorothy Ashby,
Neu!,
Ituana,
Joy Division,
Model 500,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Sound,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.