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 Germany and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the dance 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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Radiohead,
The Sisters of Mercy,
R.M.O.,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ohio Players,
Gang of Four,
Reuben Wilson,
Heaven 17,
Peter & Gordon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Bar-Kays,
Gregory Isaacs,
Glenn Branca,
Lou Reed,
Excepter,
Panda Bear,
Nils Olav,
Jerry's Kids,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Severed Heads,
Agent Orange,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
New York Dolls,
Alton Ellis,
New Order,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fad Gadget,
Wolf Eyes,
Bang On A Can,
Newcleus,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Dave Clark Five,
K-Klass,
The Residents,
The Associates,
Roxette,
Bronski Beat,
Sam Rivers,
The Pop Group,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Funky Four + One,
Bizarre Inc.,
Metal Thangz,
Amon Düül II,
Scan 7,
Motorama,
Letta Mbulu,
Aswad,
Black Bananas,
X-102,
Tim Buckley,
Mandrill,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Todd Rundgren,
Aural Exciters,
Frankie Knuckles,
Vainqueur,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.