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 Libya and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Jakarta.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Juan Atkins to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
the Sonics,
Panda Bear,
Slick Rick,
Cameo,
The Zeros,
Hashim,
Wire,
Eve St. Jones,
This Heat,
Motorama,
World's Most,
H. Thieme,
Sexual Harrassment,
A Certain Ratio,
New Age Steppers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lalo Schifrin,
Minnie Riperton,
Tommy Roe,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Roxette,
The Star Department,
Ohio Players,
48th St. Collective,
Judy Mowatt,
Severed Heads,
Rekid,
The Doors,
Underground Resistance,
Accadde A,
Ronan,
The Fortunes,
David Bowie,
Gil Scott Heron,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nick Fraelich,
Porter Ricks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fat Boys,
Scientists,
The Pop Group,
The Standells,
Easy Going,
Vainqueur,
Radio Birdman,
Rufus Thomas,
Mad Mike,
The Real Kids,
Q and Not U,
The Names,
The Gap Band,
Dual Sessions,
Electric Prunes,
The Neon Judgement,
Stereo Dub,
Curtis Mayfield,
Susan Cadogan,
Flipper,
Half Japanese,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.