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 Norway and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 mellotron 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 Ultra Naté to the crunk 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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Ituana,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lungfish,
Goldenarms,
One Last Wish,
Bobby Byrd,
Funkadelic,
Heaven 17,
Pantaleimon,
Main Source,
DJ Style,
Motorama,
Schoolly D,
Jeru the Damaja,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Procol Harum,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mad Mike,
Man Parrish,
The Velvet Underground,
Lyres,
Severed Heads,
The Busters,
Johnny Osbourne,
New Order,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cheater Slicks,
Zero Boys,
Archie Shepp,
Colin Newman,
Eve St. Jones,
The Electric Prunes,
Grauzone,
Nas,
Crooked Eye,
Lakeside,
Andrew Hill,
Popol Vuh,
Unwound,
Lindisfarne,
Nirvana,
Young Marble Giants,
B.T. Express,
Joey Negro,
Patti Smith,
Sonic Youth,
Pylon,
Eddi Front,
Roxy Music,
The American Breed,
June Days,
Newcleus,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Robert Görl,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
T.S.O.L.,
Pagans,
Aloha Tigers,
Scott Walker,
Depeche Mode,
Television Personalities,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.