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 Somalia and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the rock 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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Nik Kershaw,
Hasil Adkins,
Lou Christie,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Joey Negro,
D'Angelo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Essential Logic,
Tim Buckley,
Goldenarms,
Clear Light,
The Offenders,
Henry Cow,
Dual Sessions,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Human League,
B.T. Express,
The Standells,
Surgeon,
David Axelrod,
Jawbox,
Vladislav Delay,
Young Marble Giants,
The Busters,
Porter Ricks,
Joe Finger,
John Foxx,
John Coltrane,
Bauhaus,
Second Layer,
Inner City,
The Pretty Things,
Frankie Knuckles,
Little Man,
Echospace,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Five Americans,
Alice Coltrane,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Erykah Badu,
Mars,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Hardrive,
The Neon Judgement,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sun Ra,
Easy Going,
Sight & Sound,
Siglo XX,
Suicide,
Scan 7,
Drexciya,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Graham Central Station,
Bronski Beat,
Darondo,
Absolute Body Control,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.