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 Croatia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the sitar 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the punk 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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Derrick Morgan,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Human League,
The Last Poets,
Harry Pussy,
Matthew Halsall,
Scratch Acid,
Qualms,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Velvet Underground,
The Trojans,
Tubeway Army,
Robert Wyatt,
Marine Girls,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pussy Galore,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jesper Dahlback,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ohio Players,
Drexciya,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Human League,
Crime,
Mo-Dettes,
The Fugs,
Malaria!,
Al Stewart,
The Star Department,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ten City,
World's Most,
John Holt,
CMW,
Joe Smooth,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Leonard Cohen,
Blake Baxter,
Livin' Joy,
Radiopuhelimet,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Victims,
Robert Görl,
Bill Near,
The Seeds,
The Gories,
Gil Scott Heron,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Excepter,
Con Funk Shun,
Wings,
Das Ding,
The Red Krayola,
Lucky Dragons,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Association,
Bluetip,
Amon Düül,
Silicon Teens,
Albert Ayler,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.