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 Brunei and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Red Krayola to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Toasters,
Blancmange,
Ultra Naté,
Brick,
Drive Like Jehu,
Terry Callier,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Junior Murvin,
Stiv Bators,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Youth Brigade,
Jerry's Kids,
Slick Rick,
Anakelly,
Judy Mowatt,
Cluster,
The Young Rascals,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Franke,
Don Cherry,
Jacques Brel,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Velvet Underground,
Yusef Lateef,
Bang On A Can,
Hot Snakes,
Tomorrow,
Zapp,
Eden Ahbez,
The Barracudas,
Porter Ricks,
Section 25,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ronnie Foster,
Matthew Halsall,
Kaleidoscope,
Steve Hackett,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sun City Girls,
Warsaw,
Harpers Bizarre,
Minnie Riperton,
Tubeway Army,
Jeru the Damaja,
Khruangbin,
Joey Negro,
The Count Five,
Cecil Taylor,
MC5,
The Monochrome Set,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Icehouse,
The Index,
Sixth Finger,
Lyres,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.