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 Georgia and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Gerry Rafferty to the techno 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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bronski Beat,
Sällskapet,
MDC,
Cecil Taylor,
John Lydon,
The Evens,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Adolescents,
Kas Product,
Inner City,
Public Image Ltd.,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rosa Yemen,
The Dead C,
Bootsy Collins,
The Vogues,
Joe Smooth,
Make Up,
Cal Tjader,
Lakeside,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nico,
Andrew Hill,
The Cowsills,
Alison Limerick,
Joensuu 1685,
Quadrant,
The Real Kids,
Smog,
Aaron Thompson,
Mark Hollis,
Dorothy Ashby,
Slick Rick,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Knickerbockers,
The Seeds,
Talk Talk,
One Last Wish,
Chris Corsano,
Jimmy McGriff,
Magma,
Roger Hodgson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Arthur Verocai,
Scion,
Pussy Galore,
Popol Vuh,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Laurel Aitken,
Arcadia,
EPMD,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Magazine,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bauhaus,
Anakelly,
Sex Pistols,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Althea and Donna,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.