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 Kazakhstan and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
The Tremeloes,
Jerry's Kids,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sällskapet,
Young Marble Giants,
Bush Tetras,
The Knickerbockers,
Lungfish,
Cymande,
Grey Daturas,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Duran Duran,
John Foxx,
Erasure,
The Cure,
These Immortal Souls,
Tim Buckley,
Yazoo,
Lakeside,
cv313,
Massinfluence,
the Sonics,
Soft Machine,
Joe Finger,
Maurizio,
Swell Maps,
Robert Görl,
Lalann,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sandy B,
Amon Düül,
Rakim,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Gories,
Rites of Spring,
Johnny Osbourne,
Peter & Gordon,
L. Decosne,
Sonic Youth,
The Smiths,
Pole,
Steve Hackett,
Shuggie Otis,
MDC,
Hasil Adkins,
The Angels of Light,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Josef K,
Harry Pussy,
Faust,
The Monochrome Set,
World's Most,
Radio Birdman,
Skarface,
Electric Light Orchestra,
MC5,
Franke,
Lower 48,
Brass Construction,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.