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 Senegal and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Tom Verlaine 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 ABBA to the electroclash 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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Television,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eve St. Jones,
Bronski Beat,
Kerrie Biddell,
R.M.O.,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sparks,
Country Teasers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Saccharine Trust,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Remains,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rakim,
Fear,
Skaos,
The Grass Roots,
Stereo Dub,
Max Romeo,
The Invisible,
Soul II Soul,
Quadrant,
Moby Grape,
Jerry Gold Smith,
CMW,
Drexciya,
Drive Like Jehu,
Malaria!,
Barbara Tucker,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Harmonia,
Mr. Review,
Gerry Rafferty,
Isaac Hayes,
Amazonics,
Mandrill,
Throbbing Gristle,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
David Axelrod,
Piero Umiliani,
Eric Dolphy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Moody Blues,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rotary Connection,
Reuben Wilson,
Funky Four + One,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lee Hazlewood,
Little Man,
Harry Pussy,
The Vogues,
FM Einheit,
Yaz,
DJ Style,
The Real Kids,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.