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 Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Buzzcocks to the rock 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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Joe Finger,
Black Pus,
The Raincoats,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Popol Vuh,
John Cale,
Alton Ellis,
The Beau Brummels,
R.M.O.,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Oneida,
David Axelrod,
The Fall,
The Last Poets,
Index,
Metal Thangz,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ultravox,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The J.B.'s,
Soulsonic Force,
The Durutti Column,
Mary Jane Girls,
Junior Murvin,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
10cc,
Inner City,
Infiniti,
Outsiders,
Mr. Review,
Althea and Donna,
Siglo XX,
Rites of Spring,
Newcleus,
Eric Dolphy,
Anakelly,
Toni Rubio,
Kayak,
Von Mondo,
the Soft Cell,
Quadrant,
DNA,
Ponytail,
Animal Collective,
the Human League,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Max Romeo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Zero Boys,
Blake Baxter,
Sight & Sound,
Gang of Four,
Franke,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Porter Ricks,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Gang Green,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.