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 Mauritius and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Robert Palmer 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 Human League to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Rapeman,
Pantytec,
Faraquet,
Erykah Badu,
The Litter,
Jeff Lynne,
Roger Hodgson,
Ultravox,
Gerry Rafferty,
Barry Ungar,
Al Stewart,
Althea and Donna,
Leonard Cohen,
Cecil Taylor,
Junior Murvin,
The Fugs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Wings,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Selecter,
Wally Richardson,
Adolescents,
Bill Wells,
The Grass Roots,
Au Pairs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Barclay James Harvest,
Interpol,
The Mummies,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Erasure,
Symarip,
Bob Dylan,
Roxette,
Chris & Cosey,
DJ Sneak,
Swans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
8 Eyed Spy,
Basic Channel,
DNA,
Parry Music,
Janne Schatter,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tres Demented,
Nils Olav,
Chris Corsano,
Tim Buckley,
Gastr Del Sol,
Deadbeat,
Mars,
New Order,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scion,
Arab on Radar,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Tremeloes,
Scott Walker,
New Age Steppers,
Half Japanese,
Alison Limerick,
Fluxion,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.