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 United Kingdom 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 X-102 to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Johnny Clarke,
Pantaleimon,
The Grass Roots,
Main Source,
June of 44,
These Immortal Souls,
The Litter,
Ronan,
Oblivians,
Sparks,
The Doobie Brothers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Amon Düül II,
10cc,
Freddie Wadling,
Niagra,
Gang of Four,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Brass Construction,
Jimmy McGriff,
Black Bananas,
X-102,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tears for Fears,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lebanon Hanover,
CMW,
Wings,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jawbox,
The Fugs,
Rites of Spring,
The Evens,
Howard Jones,
Ultimate Spinach,
U.S. Maple,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The United States of America,
The Zeros,
The Golliwogs,
Suicide,
Magma,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mars,
Graham Central Station,
Desert Stars,
Can,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Faraquet,
Aloha Tigers,
Minnie Riperton,
Shuggie Otis,
Arcadia,
Joey Negro,
Kayak,
Minor Threat,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.