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 France and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the mellotron 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 X-Ray Spex to the disco 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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Soft Machine,
Girls At Our Best!,
Charles Mingus,
Make Up,
The Black Dice,
Easy Going,
Sun Ra,
Mars,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
LL Cool J,
Porter Ricks,
Technova,
Robert Hood,
Television,
The New Christs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wolf Eyes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nation of Ulysses,
Warsaw,
Grauzone,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Talk Talk,
Marmalade,
Fluxion,
Sparks,
John Holt,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Erykah Badu,
Ronnie Foster,
Liliput,
Audionom,
Unwound,
Buzzcocks,
The Monochrome Set,
Roy Ayers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Symarip,
Reuben Wilson,
Judy Mowatt,
Lou Christie,
10cc,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bobby Sherman,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Idris Muhammad,
Curtis Mayfield,
Negative Approach,
The Fire Engines,
Thee Headcoats,
The Modern Lovers,
Alphaville,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Depeche Mode,
the Normal,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lakeside,
Derrick May,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Laurel Aitken,
Sandy B,
The Shadows of Knight,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.