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 Hungary and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 10cc to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Lalann,
Alice Coltrane,
Los Fastidios,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Toasters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Monochrome Set,
The Moleskins,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Black Sheep,
The Martian,
Eden Ahbez,
Cybotron,
Idris Muhammad,
Section 25,
Slick Rick,
Second Layer,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Symarip,
Can,
Yellowson,
Oblivians,
The Golliwogs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bobby Womack,
Goldenarms,
The American Breed,
The Cowsills,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sandy B,
The Fugs,
The Durutti Column,
World's Most,
Young Marble Giants,
Bizarre Inc.,
F. McDonald,
UT,
June Days,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Supertramp,
John Lydon,
The Seeds,
Roger Hodgson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Reagan Youth,
Banda Bassotti,
Reuben Wilson,
Nik Kershaw,
Lakeside,
Pantytec,
the Association,
The Young Rascals,
Marmalade,
Rod Modell,
Cal Tjader,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Pretty Things,
Eve St. Jones,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.