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 Madagascar and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 The Divine Comedy to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
The Gap Band,
Pantytec,
PIL,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Swans,
the Association,
The Cramps,
Amazonics,
Donald Byrd,
Pharoah Sanders,
Young Marble Giants,
Rod Modell,
Eric Dolphy,
Severed Heads,
Graham Central Station,
Shuggie Otis,
B.T. Express,
The Last Poets,
Mr. Review,
T. Rex,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fela Kuti,
The Misunderstood,
James White and The Blacks,
The Grass Roots,
The Evens,
Bobby Womack,
Scott Walker,
Ohio Players,
Robert Wyatt,
The Doors,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Dirtbombs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Outsiders,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
James Chance & The Contortions,
kango's stein massive,
Zero Boys,
Half Japanese,
Underground Resistance,
The Gories,
Bad Manners,
The Remains,
Aaron Thompson,
Cybotron,
Susan Cadogan,
Masters at Work,
cv313,
The Sound,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Fugs,
L. Decosne,
Idris Muhammad,
June Days,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scion,
MDC,
Ralphi Rosario,
a-ha,
Black Bananas,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.