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 Czech Republic and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes 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 June of 44 to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Parry Music,
Simply Red,
Don Cherry,
Niagra,
Faraquet,
Underground Resistance,
Bob Dylan,
Metal Thangz,
The Real Kids,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Barracudas,
Juan Atkins,
ABBA,
DJ Style,
Reuben Wilson,
the Association,
Girls At Our Best!,
Henry Cow,
The Techniques,
Jacques Brel,
Donald Byrd,
The Vogues,
Peter and Kerry,
New York Dolls,
Darondo,
Dead Boys,
Sister Nancy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Cramps,
Banda Bassotti,
China Crisis,
Kaleidoscope,
The Gories,
Godley & Creme,
Pussy Galore,
Y Pants,
Tom Boy,
Saccharine Trust,
The Dave Clark Five,
X-101,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Skaos,
Subhumans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Skatalites,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Warsaw,
Jawbox,
Monolake,
Bill Wells,
Masters at Work,
Steve Hackett,
Desert Stars,
Intrusion,
Talk Talk,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sexual Harrassment,
Panda Bear,
The Leaves,
The Detroit Cobras,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.