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 Angola and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Lou Reed 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 Schoolly D to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Archie Shepp,
Ronan,
Sandy B,
China Crisis,
The Gories,
Ossler,
Pulsallama,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eric Copeland,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Chris Corsano,
Joensuu 1685,
Bob Dylan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Red Krayola,
B.T. Express,
Half Japanese,
Blancmange,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Skaos,
The Skatalites,
Man Parrish,
Infiniti,
Pagans,
The Velvet Underground,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mary Jane Girls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
World's Most,
Clear Light,
Television Personalities,
Faraquet,
Tubeway Army,
The Five Americans,
Kenny Larkin,
Audionom,
The Neon Judgement,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ten City,
The Raincoats,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Trojans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pere Ubu,
Model 500,
Man Eating Sloth,
Metal Thangz,
Pierre Henry,
The Victims,
Patti Smith,
The Sonics,
The New Christs,
Lou Christie,
The Golliwogs,
Arab on Radar,
Cal Tjader,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.