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 Seychelles and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Fad Gadget to the rock 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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz 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 guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart 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?
Eric Dolphy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Soulsonic Force,
Malaria!,
Mr. Review,
Marmalade,
Pere Ubu,
Lindisfarne,
Brass Construction,
JFA,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Althea and Donna,
Soul II Soul,
Yellowson,
Agitation Free,
Tim Buckley,
Barrington Levy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Soft Machine,
Tears for Fears,
Subhumans,
Crooked Eye,
Young Marble Giants,
PIL,
Peter & Gordon,
Rosa Yemen,
Erasure,
The Mummies,
Kenny Larkin,
Crispy Ambulance,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Juan Atkins,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ronnie Foster,
Moebius,
Wire,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ituana,
Judy Mowatt,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scan 7,
In Retrospect,
Tropical Tobacco,
New Age Steppers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Crime,
Steve Hackett,
Fugazi,
The Vogues,
The Beau Brummels,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Aloha Tigers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gong,
The American Breed,
Essential Logic,
Black Sheep,
The Pretty Things,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.