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 Bangladesh and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Jeff Lynne to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The United States of America,
Charles Mingus,
The Grass Roots,
Adolescents,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Fire Engines,
Dorothy Ashby,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Unwound,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ossler,
Man Eating Sloth,
Suburban Knight,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Black Dice,
The Young Rascals,
Faraquet,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mad Mike,
The Sonics,
Blancmange,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Sound,
Todd Rundgren,
AZ,
KRS-One,
Trumans Water,
Kerrie Biddell,
LL Cool J,
Jandek,
Crispian St. Peters,
Main Source,
The Human League,
Harmonia,
This Heat,
Juan Atkins,
The Cure,
Television,
Yazoo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Popol Vuh,
Brass Construction,
The Saints,
Ronan,
Fad Gadget,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mars,
Isaac Hayes,
David Bowie,
Camberwell Now,
Black Bananas,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tears for Fears,
Be Bop Deluxe,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dawn Penn,
Junior Murvin,
OOIOO,
Television Personalities,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.