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 Swaziland and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Dennis Brown to the funk 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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Davy DMX,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eddi Front,
Hasil Adkins,
Bush Tetras,
Sällskapet,
The Electric Prunes,
Matthew Halsall,
Kerrie Biddell,
kango's stein massive,
Model 500,
Mad Mike,
Negative Approach,
Groovy Waters,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Freddie Wadling,
The Kinks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Minny Pops,
Nirvana,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eric Dolphy,
Tomorrow,
Drive Like Jehu,
Procol Harum,
Brand Nubian,
Peter & Gordon,
Spoonie Gee,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kevin Saunderson,
Neu!,
AZ,
Magma,
Chris & Cosey,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fat Boys,
T.S.O.L.,
Pulsallama,
Mission of Burma,
James White and The Blacks,
Niagra,
Darondo,
Aural Exciters,
The Count Five,
Ronan,
The Fall,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lucky Dragons,
Black Pus,
Symarip,
R.M.O.,
Supertramp,
Angry Samoans,
Lindisfarne,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Visage,
Mark Hollis,
Todd Terry,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Barry Ungar,
Maleditus Sound,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.