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 Andorra and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Prince Buster to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Pharoah Sanders,
Quantec,
Moss Icon,
Scott Walker,
Scan 7,
The Misunderstood,
Jacob Miller,
La Düsseldorf,
Joensuu 1685,
Delta 5,
Procol Harum,
Ken Boothe,
Wolf Eyes,
The Kinks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fela Kuti,
Technova,
Max Romeo,
The Remains,
Sound Behaviour,
Qualms,
L. Decosne,
The Beau Brummels,
Country Teasers,
Nick Fraelich,
The Music Machine,
DJ Sneak,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Oblivians,
Theoretical Girls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Bar-Kays,
Robert Wyatt,
The Gladiators,
The Fugs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Red Krayola,
Talk Talk,
Ludus,
The Smiths,
Bobby Sherman,
David Bowie,
DJ Style,
Pierre Henry,
Zapp,
Section 25,
Public Enemy,
the Sonics,
Yaz,
Aswad,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bob Dylan,
Das Ding,
Radio Birdman,
Livin' Joy,
Cecil Taylor,
the Germs,
Jacques Brel,
Connie Case,
Cybotron,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz.
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.