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 Azerbaijan and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Roxy Music to the jazz 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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ 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 arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Brand Nubian,
Intrusion,
Letta Mbulu,
The Electric Prunes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Mojo Men,
Joensuu 1685,
Subhumans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Erasure,
Rotary Connection,
Television Personalities,
Big Daddy Kane,
Procol Harum,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Arcadia,
The Moleskins,
Fat Boys,
Thompson Twins,
E-Dancer,
Marc Almond,
Soulsonic Force,
John Holt,
Bad Manners,
The Sonics,
Make Up,
Slave,
Gang Green,
The Tremeloes,
the Human League,
Flash Fearless,
Pussy Galore,
Piero Umiliani,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Half Japanese,
Erykah Badu,
the Germs,
Lindisfarne,
Ronan,
Man Parrish,
Flipper,
Chris Corsano,
Kool Moe Dee,
Porter Ricks,
The Smiths,
Andrew Hill,
Jacques Brel,
Tom Boy,
Bluetip,
Shoche,
June Days,
The Raincoats,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
John Cale,
Severed Heads,
Essential Logic,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Popol Vuh,
Soft Cell,
48th St. Collective,
FM Einheit,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.