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 Namibia and from New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 David Bowie 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 Marvin Gaye to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Oblivians,
Amon Düül,
Country Teasers,
Hasil Adkins,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nirvana,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Black Sheep,
June Days,
Marc Almond,
Ronan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scrapy,
Godley & Creme,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jeff Mills,
Brothers Johnson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gang Green,
AZ,
Sandy B,
Gil Scott Heron,
Das Ding,
Stetsasonic,
Henry Cow,
Wire,
Jeff Lynne,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Doors,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Divine Comedy,
Q and Not U,
Easy Going,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Roxy Music,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Parry Music,
Y Pants,
The Moleskins,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Smoke,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Yazoo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Connie Case,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
48th St. Collective,
OOIOO,
Brass Construction,
The Raincoats,
Cheater Slicks,
Minor Threat,
The Walker Brothers,
Wings,
Black Moon,
Mark Hollis,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mantronix,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ken Boothe,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.