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 Kyrgyzstan and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 rhodes 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 Siglo XX to the rock 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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Boredoms,
Aural Exciters,
The Searchers,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Slits,
E-Dancer,
Nils Olav,
OOIOO,
Johnny Clarke,
Scan 7,
Make Up,
Marine Girls,
Steve Hackett,
Cecil Taylor,
L. Decosne,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Kinks,
Barry Ungar,
Public Image Ltd.,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Litter,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ice-T,
Wally Richardson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rekid,
Bootsy Collins,
Minutemen,
Junior Murvin,
Flipper,
Man Eating Sloth,
Black Moon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Von Mondo,
Kerrie Biddell,
DNA,
Reagan Youth,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lalann,
Marcia Griffiths,
Negative Approach,
The Cowsills,
Joey Negro,
Crime,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Minor Threat,
Janne Schatter,
Ten City,
Minnie Riperton,
Agitation Free,
Procol Harum,
Bush Tetras,
The Barracudas,
Soft Cell,
Adolescents,
Franke,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Matthew Halsall,
Fad Gadget,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.