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 Venezuela and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 The Martian to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Robert Hood,
Kayak,
Cal Tjader,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mandrill,
Eric Dolphy,
One Last Wish,
Arab on Radar,
The Moody Blues,
10cc,
Franke,
Barrington Levy,
Bluetip,
Kaleidoscope,
Monks,
Cameo,
cv313,
David Axelrod,
Bauhaus,
Maleditus Sound,
June of 44,
B.T. Express,
Lou Reed,
These Immortal Souls,
Magazine,
Banda Bassotti,
Roxette,
Cluster,
Gabor Szabo,
Shuggie Otis,
Fear,
Graham Central Station,
Bush Tetras,
Mo-Dettes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fat Boys,
Ponytail,
The Monochrome Set,
ABC,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sam Rivers,
The Doors,
The Sound,
Camberwell Now,
Minutemen,
Johnny Clarke,
Pole,
the Germs,
AZ,
Flamin' Groovies,
Alphaville,
Agitation Free,
Popol Vuh,
The Gladiators,
Stereo Dub,
Alton Ellis,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Glambeats Corp.,
Black Moon,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.