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 Cambodia and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 organ 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 cv313 to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins 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?
The Selecter,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Minutemen,
Jesper Dahlback,
Roy Ayers,
Peter and Kerry,
Colin Newman,
R.M.O.,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Steve Hackett,
Cluster,
Sixth Finger,
Moebius,
Zero Boys,
EPMD,
Johnny Osbourne,
Robert Görl,
Amazonics,
Idris Muhammad,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kurtis Blow,
Lucky Dragons,
Nils Olav,
Radiohead,
The Electric Prunes,
The Trojans,
Tres Demented,
The Motions,
the Bar-Kays,
The Detroit Cobras,
Yellowson,
Rites of Spring,
Piero Umiliani,
Sun City Girls,
Bill Near,
Nirvana,
Scratch Acid,
A Certain Ratio,
Kas Product,
Drexciya,
Glambeats Corp.,
Moby Grape,
The Offenders,
Patti Smith,
Fat Boys,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Mighty Diamonds,
John Holt,
Howard Jones,
Swans,
Jerry's Kids,
Mr. Review,
Marcia Griffiths,
Glenn Branca,
The Moleskins,
Khruangbin,
Curtis Mayfield,
Faraquet,
Grey Daturas,
The Doors,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.