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 Cuba and from Lyon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron 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 New York Dolls to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Massinfluence,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bill Near,
The Victims,
Sun Ra,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Donald Byrd,
John Cale,
Radiopuhelimet,
Connie Case,
Spoonie Gee,
The Slits,
Roxette,
Fat Boys,
Essential Logic,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The United States of America,
The Last Poets,
Frankie Knuckles,
Drexciya,
One Last Wish,
John Holt,
Minnie Riperton,
Subhumans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Moleskins,
Erykah Badu,
Curtis Mayfield,
Angry Samoans,
Goldenarms,
the Germs,
Neil Young,
Lightning Bolt,
Desert Stars,
Marc Almond,
The Evens,
Ten City,
Sarah Menescal,
Pole,
Fatback Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Quantec,
Clear Light,
Au Pairs,
The Blues Magoos,
Cal Tjader,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ultravox,
The Skatalites,
Skarface,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Names,
Kerri Chandler,
The Happenings,
Ronnie Foster,
the Fania All-Stars,
Black Sheep,
Q and Not U,
The Cramps,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.