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 Iceland and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Mighty Diamonds to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Joey Negro,
Tears for Fears,
The Monks,
Buzzcocks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Wire,
Morten Harket,
Eric Dolphy,
Altered Images,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Searchers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
John Holt,
Ultra Naté,
Loose Ends,
DJ Sneak,
Easy Going,
Subhumans,
Joyce Sims,
Warsaw,
Amazonics,
Babytalk,
JFA,
T.S.O.L.,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Martian,
Popol Vuh,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Porter Ricks,
X-101,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Sound,
Index,
The Names,
The Seeds,
Henry Cow,
Rosa Yemen,
The Index,
Los Fastidios,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Metal Thangz,
Kas Product,
Rod Modell,
Desert Stars,
Charles Mingus,
Essential Logic,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Bar-Kays,
Saccharine Trust,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
kango's stein massive,
Das Ding,
Yusef Lateef,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Donny Hathaway,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bobby Sherman,
Zapp,
Fort Wilson Riot,
T. Rex,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.