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 Brazil and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Rosa Yemen to the grime 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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Janne Schatter,
The Standells,
The Pretty Things,
Slave,
Sällskapet,
Traffic Nightmare,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bobbi Humphrey,
R.M.O.,
Silicon Teens,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eric Dolphy,
Angry Samoans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Busters,
Severed Heads,
Lalann,
AZ,
Lou Christie,
Vladislav Delay,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sarah Menescal,
Lindisfarne,
The Victims,
Kas Product,
Nick Fraelich,
Adolescents,
48th St. Collective,
Iggy Pop,
DJ Style,
The Human League,
Jerry's Kids,
Marvin Gaye,
Rotary Connection,
E-Dancer,
New Order,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Metal Thangz,
Public Image Ltd.,
Camberwell Now,
Scott Walker,
The Raincoats,
Prince Buster,
The Fall,
Brass Construction,
Absolute Body Control,
Idris Muhammad,
Fluxion,
Dawn Penn,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Fire Engines,
F. McDonald,
Lower 48,
Duran Duran,
Bill Near,
ABBA,
Oneida,
Gregory Isaacs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.