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 China and from Calgary.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Woodstock.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Leaves to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Prince Buster,
Josef K,
Magazine,
Marc Almond,
Maurizio,
Sound Behaviour,
Tom Boy,
Suicide,
James White and The Blacks,
Little Man,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Beau Brummels,
Swell Maps,
Rites of Spring,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jacob Miller,
Lungfish,
These Immortal Souls,
The Blackbyrds,
Soft Machine,
The Count Five,
Quando Quango,
Jeff Mills,
Parry Music,
Masters at Work,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Stooges,
DNA,
Sarah Menescal,
Lee Hazlewood,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dave Gahan,
Leonard Cohen,
Yellowson,
Bronski Beat,
The Smoke,
Bush Tetras,
Derrick May,
The Black Dice,
Funkadelic,
Stereo Dub,
Nils Olav,
Sällskapet,
Wally Richardson,
Grey Daturas,
DJ Sneak,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sparks,
Popol Vuh,
The Barracudas,
Vainqueur,
Ronnie Foster,
The Move,
The Slits,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pulsallama,
Aswad,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.