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 Brazil and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Kayak to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
The Happenings,
Nico,
Altered Images,
Todd Terry,
Yusef Lateef,
Nation of Ulysses,
kango's stein massive,
Graham Central Station,
Isaac Hayes,
Magazine,
Mantronix,
Flipper,
ABBA,
Glambeats Corp.,
Piero Umiliani,
Sam Rivers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kool Moe Dee,
Roxette,
Ice-T,
Charles Mingus,
Funky Four + One,
Saccharine Trust,
The Saints,
Stockholm Monsters,
Circle Jerks,
Tubeway Army,
Ralphi Rosario,
Brothers Johnson,
The American Breed,
The Remains,
Hardrive,
The Velvet Underground,
Blancmange,
Franke,
Nirvana,
Black Bananas,
Loose Ends,
Soft Machine,
The Mummies,
X-102,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mission of Burma,
Chrome,
Aloha Tigers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Soft Cell,
the Human League,
Slave,
Max Romeo,
Can,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
DNA,
Animal Collective,
The Dead C,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
David Bowie,
Whodini,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.