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 New Zealand and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 F. McDonald to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Charles Mingus,
Carl Craig,
The Human League,
Bobby Womack,
Gang of Four,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Neu!,
Trumans Water,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Five Americans,
The Toasters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Darondo,
The Moody Blues,
Kaleidoscope,
Reagan Youth,
Can,
The Cure,
T.S.O.L.,
Dark Day,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Arab on Radar,
Man Eating Sloth,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jacques Brel,
LL Cool J,
The Last Poets,
Sight & Sound,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Andrew Hill,
The Fugs,
Rufus Thomas,
Isaac Hayes,
Blancmange,
Scan 7,
DNA,
Toni Rubio,
Warsaw,
Make Up,
Young Marble Giants,
The Dirtbombs,
Deakin,
Eli Mardock,
the Human League,
Chrome,
Eddi Front,
Reuben Wilson,
CMW,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Hashim,
10cc,
Max Romeo,
Idris Muhammad,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Glenn Branca,
Soft Machine,
Bootsy Collins,
Ossler,
Eve St. Jones,
The Monks,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.