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 Switzerland and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Holger Czukay 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Minny Pops,
Ultravox,
Hot Snakes,
Jeff Mills,
Wally Richardson,
Bad Manners,
X-102,
Gichy Dan,
Zapp,
Ossler,
In Retrospect,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
ABC,
Aural Exciters,
Minnie Riperton,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
E-Dancer,
Slave,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Donny Hathaway,
Fear,
Wire,
Yusef Lateef,
Fat Boys,
cv313,
Minutemen,
The Litter,
Bobby Byrd,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ohio Players,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Evens,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ronan,
Marc Almond,
The Knickerbockers,
Sandy B,
Easy Going,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Susan Cadogan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pulsallama,
Hoover,
Mary Jane Girls,
Idris Muhammad,
Severed Heads,
Peter & Gordon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Residents,
The Dave Clark Five,
Adolescents,
The Tremeloes,
Camberwell Now,
Juan Atkins,
Stockholm Monsters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.