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 Bolivia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 organ 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 Matthew Halsall to the jazz 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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Icehouse,
Parry Music,
Porter Ricks,
The Dirtbombs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pierre Henry,
Joyce Sims,
Half Japanese,
Wings,
Al Stewart,
Fugazi,
Archie Shepp,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
June of 44,
Soft Cell,
Joensuu 1685,
Bill Near,
the Swans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ultravox,
Faust,
Soulsonic Force,
The American Breed,
Roy Ayers,
Jeff Lynne,
Drexciya,
Absolute Body Control,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Victims,
Andrew Hill,
Derrick Morgan,
Shoche,
Saccharine Trust,
Pet Shop Boys,
Brothers Johnson,
Q and Not U,
Pulsallama,
Radio Birdman,
Gong,
John Cale,
U.S. Maple,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Boogie Down Productions,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marc Almond,
MC5,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sun City Girls,
DNA,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Skriet,
Alton Ellis,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
LL Cool J,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Radiohead,
Fatback Band,
ABC,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.