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 Lesotho and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Susan Cadogan to the rap 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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Nik Kershaw,
the Germs,
Ultra Naté,
Peter & Gordon,
Tropical Tobacco,
U.S. Maple,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lucky Dragons,
Matthew Bourne,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
John Coltrane,
a-ha,
Nation of Ulysses,
Newcleus,
Deepchord,
Mad Mike,
The Mummies,
Juan Atkins,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Hardrive,
Roxy Music,
Motorama,
Lou Christie,
Monks,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Fire Engines,
cv313,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nico,
Andrew Hill,
Pussy Galore,
Jerry's Kids,
Fela Kuti,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Zero Boys,
The Fugs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
DJ Sneak,
The Durutti Column,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Aural Exciters,
The Moleskins,
The Barracudas,
Magma,
Radiohead,
Dual Sessions,
Radiopuhelimet,
Erasure,
Fat Boys,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Animal Collective,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Metal Thangz,
Roy Ayers,
Eve St. Jones,
Sugar Minott,
Procol Harum,
Technova,
The Smiths,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.