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 Portugal and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manila.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the 808 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 Desert Stars to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Moby Grape,
D'Angelo,
Royal Trux,
Metal Thangz,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Althea and Donna,
Judy Mowatt,
Ronan,
Arthur Verocai,
John Lydon,
Intrusion,
Stereo Dub,
Oneida,
The Fugs,
The Buckinghams,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Cowsills,
Jerry's Kids,
Joyce Sims,
The Beau Brummels,
La Düsseldorf,
The Dave Clark Five,
Franke,
Swell Maps,
Flamin' Groovies,
Wings,
Joensuu 1685,
Sound Behaviour,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Kinks,
Severed Heads,
Ituana,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fluxion,
The Black Dice,
Neu!,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Alice Coltrane,
Make Up,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rufus Thomas,
Television Personalities,
Kerrie Biddell,
Porter Ricks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bill Near,
Moss Icon,
Glenn Branca,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Adolescents,
Monks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The New Christs,
Wally Richardson,
Tim Buckley,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lalo Schifrin,
Roy Ayers,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.