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 Stockholm.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Donald Fagen 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Jawbox,
The Modern Lovers,
Barry Ungar,
Young Marble Giants,
Minutemen,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Spoonie Gee,
Brand Nubian,
Deepchord,
Arcadia,
Sun Ra,
New Age Steppers,
Neu!,
Drive Like Jehu,
X-Ray Spex,
The Skatalites,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Slackers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Radiopuhelimet,
Henry Cow,
Loose Ends,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Five Americans,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sällskapet,
Das Ding,
Lyres,
Bootsy Collins,
Crooked Eye,
Carl Craig,
The Trojans,
Blancmange,
Outsiders,
Inner City,
Agent Orange,
Moebius,
Susan Cadogan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Saccharine Trust,
The Techniques,
Pierre Henry,
Livin' Joy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dave Gahan,
David Axelrod,
Kerrie Biddell,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gichy Dan,
The American Breed,
Black Pus,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The J.B.'s,
FM Einheit,
Au Pairs,
the Bar-Kays,
Panda Bear,
Eve St. Jones,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.