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 Kazakhstan and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Panda Bear,
Grauzone,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gabor Szabo,
Bobby Byrd,
Warsaw,
Tim Buckley,
The Birthday Party,
Sonic Youth,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Yaz,
Tubeway Army,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
New Age Steppers,
Deakin,
Maurizio,
Rites of Spring,
Bill Near,
The Cramps,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The New Christs,
Clear Light,
Arab on Radar,
Supertramp,
Peter & Gordon,
Howard Jones,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Sound,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cecil Taylor,
The Barracudas,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Toasters,
Organ,
Moebius,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Blackbyrds,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Smoke,
June Days,
The Raincoats,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Matthew Halsall,
The Dirtbombs,
Jawbox,
ABC,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rekid,
Theoretical Girls,
The Leaves,
Alphaville,
Altered Images,
Davy DMX,
The American Breed,
Dennis Brown,
Delta 5,
Lou Christie,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.