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 Kuwait and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord 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 Barry Ungar to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Blake Baxter,
Spoonie Gee,
The Gap Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Slave,
Harmonia,
Schoolly D,
Sugar Minott,
Audionom,
Aswad,
The Gories,
Desert Stars,
Intrusion,
Aaron Thompson,
Talk Talk,
Marine Girls,
Eve St. Jones,
Piero Umiliani,
48th St. Collective,
The Evens,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Move,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Accadde A,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Doors,
Danielle Patucci,
The Cowsills,
Drive Like Jehu,
Michelle Simonal,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Average White Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Camouflage,
Graham Central Station,
Lyres,
The Shadows of Knight,
Amon Düül II,
Blossom Toes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Selecter,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
David Bowie,
Ken Boothe,
Pantaleimon,
Rites of Spring,
Bobbi Humphrey,
John Foxx,
The Human League,
Siglo XX,
the Swans,
Monks,
JFA,
Negative Approach,
Sexual Harrassment,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.