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 Gabon and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the organ 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Gerry Rafferty,
A Certain Ratio,
Shuggie Otis,
Funky Four + One,
Anthony Braxton,
Sly & The Family Stone,
New York Dolls,
The Mojo Men,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Neon Judgement,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Public Enemy,
Saccharine Trust,
Bluetip,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Severed Heads,
Black Bananas,
Pussy Galore,
David McCallum,
Ossler,
Vladislav Delay,
June Days,
Delta 5,
Yellowson,
Vainqueur,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Prince Buster,
Sugar Minott,
Radiohead,
Nirvana,
The Smiths,
The Barracudas,
Oneida,
Funkadelic,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scientists,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Half Japanese,
Country Teasers,
Todd Rundgren,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Monks,
Supertramp,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Procol Harum,
Rites of Spring,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nas,
Alton Ellis,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sällskapet,
Zapp,
Boz Scaggs,
Yusef Lateef,
H. Thieme,
Smog,
Subhumans,
Icehouse,
Young Marble Giants,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.