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 Greece and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 spring reverb 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 Roger Hodgson to the crunk 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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Robert Wyatt,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Gories,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fear,
Amon Düül,
Motorama,
The Dirtbombs,
The United States of America,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Roxette,
Dave Gahan,
Can,
David Axelrod,
Lebanon Hanover,
LL Cool J,
KRS-One,
One Last Wish,
The New Christs,
Silicon Teens,
Derrick May,
the Association,
Godley & Creme,
Livin' Joy,
Lucky Dragons,
Tres Demented,
Gang Starr,
The Happenings,
Lee Hazlewood,
Radio Birdman,
Maleditus Sound,
B.T. Express,
Amazonics,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Black Pus,
Andrew Hill,
Nas,
Sparks,
Easy Going,
Scott Walker,
Idris Muhammad,
Lakeside,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Bar-Kays,
Jerry's Kids,
The Doors,
Judy Mowatt,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
ABC,
The Toasters,
Monolake,
the Fania All-Stars,
Moby Grape,
Marmalade,
Mission of Burma,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rapeman,
Popol Vuh,
Stetsasonic,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.