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 Syria and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Yusef Lateef to the grunge 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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Country Teasers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dorothy Ashby,
Quando Quango,
The Fuzztones,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Infiniti,
Jacques Brel,
Reagan Youth,
The Martian,
The Angels of Light,
DJ Sneak,
The Cramps,
Mark Hollis,
Sam Rivers,
Pulsallama,
Amon Düül II,
Boz Scaggs,
AZ,
The Seeds,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Slackers,
kango's stein massive,
Can,
Moss Icon,
the Soft Cell,
Livin' Joy,
Bob Dylan,
Japan,
Bauhaus,
Swell Maps,
Fad Gadget,
Crime,
The Blues Magoos,
The Tremeloes,
Kaleidoscope,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Deakin,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Golliwogs,
Nils Olav,
Sällskapet,
Roger Hodgson,
Neu!,
Mandrill,
Jeff Mills,
The Dead C,
The Real Kids,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lindisfarne,
The Velvet Underground,
Bootsy Collins,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Al Stewart,
Popol Vuh,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tomorrow,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.