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 Venezuela and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sugar Minott to the jazz 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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Doors,
Rakim,
Black Bananas,
Sun City Girls,
Stereo Dub,
Popol Vuh,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Black Pus,
the Human League,
Pet Shop Boys,
Outsiders,
Gang Starr,
Scion,
Brothers Johnson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Pretty Things,
Make Up,
David Bowie,
Country Teasers,
Rod Modell,
Ludus,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pere Ubu,
Index,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eddi Front,
The Residents,
Youth Brigade,
Desert Stars,
Sam Rivers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Wings,
The Raincoats,
Swans,
Japan,
X-101,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cybotron,
The Dead C,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Massinfluence,
Television,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kayak,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
New Order,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bill Near,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Vladislav Delay,
Freddie Wadling,
Soft Cell,
Pulsallama,
Johnny Clarke,
The Angels of Light,
Arcadia,
The Five Americans,
Bob Dylan,
Al Stewart,
The Mojo Men,
Agitation Free,
Sight & Sound,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.