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 Congo and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 güiro 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 Bad Manners to the grunge 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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine 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 marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
The Motions,
Terry Callier,
Saccharine Trust,
Scientists,
The Count Five,
Kas Product,
Second Layer,
Minnie Riperton,
The Star Department,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Audionom,
JFA,
Oblivians,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fugazi,
Bobby Byrd,
Nas,
Index,
The New Christs,
Johnny Clarke,
The Zeros,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Unwound,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Roger Hodgson,
Dual Sessions,
Jacques Brel,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pierre Henry,
Black Pus,
Mad Mike,
Tubeway Army,
Japan,
Minny Pops,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Cure,
Curtis Mayfield,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jerry's Kids,
Crispy Ambulance,
Derrick May,
Cybotron,
Marmalade,
Neu!,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Black Sheep,
The Names,
Severed Heads,
10cc,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
John Coltrane,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Moebius,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
E-Dancer,
Gong,
The Move,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.