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 Ghana and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Wasted Youth to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Albert Ayler,
Ultravox,
This Heat,
The Golliwogs,
June of 44,
Bluetip,
Wings,
Bobby Womack,
Roxy Music,
Zero Boys,
Gang of Four,
Blossom Toes,
Bootsy Collins,
Maurizio,
Todd Terry,
ABC,
Vladislav Delay,
Lucky Dragons,
Oneida,
Sixth Finger,
The Remains,
David McCallum,
The Associates,
Toni Rubio,
Mission of Burma,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Chris Corsano,
The Smoke,
Mark Hollis,
Black Moon,
the Germs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Barracudas,
Davy DMX,
Rites of Spring,
Tropical Tobacco,
Soul II Soul,
Marc Almond,
Bobby Byrd,
Magma,
Section 25,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lungfish,
Neil Young,
Ornette Coleman,
Donny Hathaway,
The Young Rascals,
Barry Ungar,
The Blackbyrds,
The Walker Brothers,
Charles Mingus,
Pulsallama,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gastr Del Sol,
ABBA,
Mary Jane Girls,
Soft Cell,
Monks,
John Foxx,
Blancmange,
Deepchord,
Warsaw,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.