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 Japan and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 clarinet 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Slits,
The Names,
Toni Rubio,
Suburban Knight,
Lebanon Hanover,
Erykah Badu,
Gang Starr,
Fear,
Saccharine Trust,
Cluster,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Doors,
Archie Shepp,
Loose Ends,
Jeff Lynne,
Arthur Verocai,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scott Walker,
Tomorrow,
Country Teasers,
Sonic Youth,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Alton Ellis,
Delta 5,
Groovy Waters,
cv313,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Don Cherry,
Idris Muhammad,
Michelle Simonal,
The Last Poets,
The Tremeloes,
Johnny Clarke,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Trojans,
Piero Umiliani,
Reagan Youth,
Harry Pussy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Skaos,
The Seeds,
The Dirtbombs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scion,
CMW,
Dark Day,
The Shadows of Knight,
Desert Stars,
Mandrill,
Essential Logic,
Cecil Taylor,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Theoretical Girls,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rufus Thomas,
La Düsseldorf,
Lou Reed,
The Cowsills,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tim Buckley,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.