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 Cape Verde and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 clarinet 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 Babytalk 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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Lower 48,
Byron Stingily,
David Axelrod,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rotary Connection,
The Black Dice,
Alton Ellis,
Henry Cow,
The Blues Magoos,
Slave,
Skarface,
Godley & Creme,
Parry Music,
Pagans,
Sister Nancy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Albert Ayler,
Wings,
Vladislav Delay,
Eden Ahbez,
Barry Ungar,
Symarip,
Shoche,
Letta Mbulu,
The Dead C,
Soul II Soul,
B.T. Express,
Yusef Lateef,
Young Marble Giants,
Vainqueur,
Bootsy Collins,
Funky Four + One,
Pole,
Slick Rick,
Flipper,
These Immortal Souls,
Brass Construction,
The Electric Prunes,
The Fire Engines,
Donald Byrd,
The Smoke,
Chrome,
The Buckinghams,
Rhythm & Sound,
Arthur Verocai,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Procol Harum,
Buzzcocks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dawn Penn,
Shuggie Otis,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Kinks,
The Searchers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Das Ding,
JFA,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.