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 South Sudan and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Khruangbin,
Zero Boys,
Henry Cow,
Scion,
Bobby Womack,
Cybotron,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Joy Division,
The Monks,
Rufus Thomas,
Wings,
Minnie Riperton,
Barry Ungar,
Robert Hood,
The Searchers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Swans,
The Skatalites,
Janne Schatter,
Thompson Twins,
The Doobie Brothers,
Donald Byrd,
Chris Corsano,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Iggy Pop,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sound Behaviour,
The Selecter,
Ituana,
The United States of America,
The Saints,
Procol Harum,
Little Man,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Silicon Teens,
EPMD,
U.S. Maple,
Cal Tjader,
Agent Orange,
Tres Demented,
Newcleus,
Mission of Burma,
Boredoms,
Boz Scaggs,
Bobby Sherman,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Roxette,
Y Pants,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pantaleimon,
D'Angelo,
Gabor Szabo,
Prince Buster,
Niagra,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sugar Minott,
Parry Music,
Make Up,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.