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 Costa Rica and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 oboe 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 Tres Demented to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Minnie Riperton,
Fatback Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Terry Callier,
The Skatalites,
Crash Course in Science,
Hardrive,
The Standells,
Man Parrish,
The Count Five,
Yellowson,
Dark Day,
DJ Style,
Roger Hodgson,
The Black Dice,
Dorothy Ashby,
This Heat,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
PIL,
Ludus,
Soulsonic Force,
Newcleus,
Stetsasonic,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kaleidoscope,
Lightning Bolt,
Nirvana,
Althea and Donna,
Simply Red,
KRS-One,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Move,
Letta Mbulu,
Barclay James Harvest,
Roxette,
Jimmy McGriff,
Black Pus,
Marcia Griffiths,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Reagan Youth,
Ponytail,
Marc Almond,
The Alarm Clocks,
Underground Resistance,
Isaac Hayes,
Amazonics,
X-Ray Spex,
Gichy Dan,
The Saints,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Human League,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Saccharine Trust,
Hashim,
Hoover,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Gladiators,
Jacques Brel,
Spoonie Gee,
Sister Nancy,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.