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 Czech Republic and from London.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin 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 Sam Rivers 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 Gories. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Mark Hollis,
Pet Shop Boys,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Y Pants,
Depeche Mode,
The Happenings,
The Gun Club,
Nils Olav,
Faust,
Gang Starr,
Sly & The Family Stone,
FM Einheit,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Average White Band,
Pussy Galore,
The Fortunes,
E-Dancer,
Qualms,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jandek,
Anthony Braxton,
Cal Tjader,
Oneida,
Blossom Toes,
Can,
KRS-One,
Ossler,
Bad Manners,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dave Gahan,
Jawbox,
Boredoms,
The Wake,
Tres Demented,
Excepter,
Scott Walker,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dual Sessions,
The Doobie Brothers,
Andrew Hill,
Malaria!,
The Velvet Underground,
Masters at Work,
Brick,
Oblivians,
The Stooges,
Wire,
Inner City,
Matthew Halsall,
Sexual Harrassment,
Isaac Hayes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Star Department,
X-101,
The Dead C,
Half Japanese,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Schoolly D,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.