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 Vietnam and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 funk 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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jandek,
Ituana,
Accadde A,
Drive Like Jehu,
Funky Four + One,
Josef K,
Harmonia,
Sun Ra,
Gong,
Metal Thangz,
Procol Harum,
Pantytec,
Stiv Bators,
Deadbeat,
Rites of Spring,
Section 25,
The Fortunes,
Rakim,
Archie Shepp,
the Germs,
Rosa Yemen,
Audionom,
Glenn Branca,
Moss Icon,
Roxy Music,
Max Romeo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ultravox,
Bad Manners,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nirvana,
Magma,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Chris & Cosey,
The Gladiators,
Avey Tare,
Porter Ricks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mark Hollis,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lee Hazlewood,
Unrelated Segments,
Sixth Finger,
Shoche,
Ponytail,
Young Marble Giants,
Con Funk Shun,
The Pop Group,
Swans,
Blake Baxter,
Funkadelic,
Thee Headcoats,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Hasil Adkins,
FM Einheit,
Cheater Slicks,
Arthur Verocai,
B.T. Express,
David Bowie,
the Human League,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.