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 Delhi.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin 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 Byron Stingily 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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cluster,
Electric Prunes,
Marine Girls,
The Toasters,
Gang Gang Dance,
Man Parrish,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Monks,
Avey Tare,
Alice Coltrane,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Alphaville,
The Misunderstood,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Public Image Ltd.,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Icehouse,
The Neon Judgement,
Sister Nancy,
the Slits,
Pantaleimon,
Pierre Henry,
Infiniti,
John Cale,
Nas,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Hardrive,
Spoonie Gee,
Joensuu 1685,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Liliput,
Jeru the Damaja,
Oneida,
Hasil Adkins,
Kayak,
Deakin,
Gang Green,
Talk Talk,
Eli Mardock,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
These Immortal Souls,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jandek,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Walker Brothers,
Iggy Pop,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Inner City,
Prince Buster,
Fear,
Model 500,
David Axelrod,
the Soft Cell,
The Monochrome Set,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.