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 Luxembourg and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Donald Fagen 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 Chris Corsano to the punk 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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Flipper,
The Grass Roots,
The Monochrome Set,
Black Bananas,
Darondo,
The Tremeloes,
The Stooges,
Gong,
Matthew Bourne,
Ossler,
Clear Light,
Black Flag,
Talk Talk,
Fad Gadget,
Nils Olav,
UT,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Girls At Our Best!,
Aloha Tigers,
Boz Scaggs,
Cal Tjader,
the Human League,
Anthony Braxton,
the Bar-Kays,
The Black Dice,
Michelle Simonal,
Urselle,
Rekid,
EPMD,
Reuben Wilson,
The Trojans,
John Foxx,
U.S. Maple,
Joe Smooth,
X-102,
Dennis Brown,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cluster,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Procol Harum,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Joy Division,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Q and Not U,
Quando Quango,
Alphaville,
The Zeros,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Soft Cell,
Black Sheep,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Count Five,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
World's Most,
Freddie Wadling,
Skarface,
Robert Görl,
Jacques Brel,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.