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 Lesotho and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the funk 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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Music Machine,
The Seeds,
The Moody Blues,
T. Rex,
John Cale,
Wolf Eyes,
Crash Course in Science,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gabor Szabo,
Lakeside,
The Gun Club,
Johnny Clarke,
Chris Corsano,
Joy Division,
The Pop Group,
Curtis Mayfield,
Yaz,
Magazine,
Severed Heads,
Faust,
The Sound,
Max Romeo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Index,
Silicon Teens,
The Trojans,
Matthew Bourne,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tears for Fears,
Hardrive,
Man Parrish,
Jeru the Damaja,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lebanon Hanover,
Aloha Tigers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Icehouse,
Marvin Gaye,
Gastr Del Sol,
Yellowson,
The Dead C,
The Names,
The Selecter,
X-102,
Flash Fearless,
Sam Rivers,
David McCallum,
KRS-One,
The Cowsills,
Ultravox,
Zero Boys,
a-ha,
Pole,
Jacob Miller,
Sexual Harrassment,
Janne Schatter,
10cc,
Fela Kuti,
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.