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 Mexico and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron 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 Motorama to the electroclash 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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Minor Threat,
Al Stewart,
Crispy Ambulance,
Harmonia,
Ponytail,
Mantronix,
The Leaves,
Television,
Circle Jerks,
Soulsonic Force,
Bang On A Can,
Drexciya,
Cameo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Human League,
Michelle Simonal,
Fela Kuti,
Skriet,
New York Dolls,
the Association,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Carl Craig,
Pagans,
the Bar-Kays,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Standells,
The Busters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Anthony Braxton,
Connie Case,
Sparks,
Swans,
Lakeside,
Index,
Brand Nubian,
Glambeats Corp.,
B.T. Express,
Alice Coltrane,
Oneida,
Yellowson,
Deakin,
Newcleus,
The Martian,
Skaos,
Tubeway Army,
A Certain Ratio,
Archie Shepp,
David Bowie,
The Move,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
T.S.O.L.,
The Count Five,
Radiohead,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Raincoats,
Nirvana,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.