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 France and from Stockholm.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 David Bowie 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 Peter & Gordon to the rock 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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
The Vogues,
Supertramp,
Jeff Mills,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tears for Fears,
Barry Ungar,
UT,
Unrelated Segments,
Bill Wells,
Agitation Free,
Fad Gadget,
The Wake,
Amon Düül,
The New Christs,
Morten Harket,
The Neon Judgement,
Ornette Coleman,
The Trojans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tommy Roe,
Arcadia,
Qualms,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Gap Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Swell Maps,
The Remains,
The Smiths,
China Crisis,
Sugar Minott,
Underground Resistance,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Joe Finger,
H. Thieme,
Erasure,
Hot Snakes,
Donald Byrd,
Lakeside,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mad Mike,
The Blues Magoos,
Skarface,
Roxette,
Procol Harum,
Nik Kershaw,
Dual Sessions,
Erykah Badu,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Thompson Twins,
Sex Pistols,
Public Image Ltd.,
Janne Schatter,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Gun Club,
Alphaville,
Tom Boy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Magma,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.