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 Uzbekistan and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Amon Düül to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Eden Ahbez,
Bobby Womack,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Junior Murvin,
Deepchord,
Mad Mike,
Flash Fearless,
Eddi Front,
Echospace,
Heaven 17,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Todd Rundgren,
Symarip,
Sam Rivers,
Ultra Naté,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Blake Baxter,
10cc,
Shoche,
The Techniques,
Public Enemy,
Barclay James Harvest,
FM Einheit,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Red Krayola,
John Foxx,
Brand Nubian,
The Misunderstood,
DNA,
Quantec,
The Birthday Party,
The Velvet Underground,
The Skatalites,
Ponytail,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
D'Angelo,
Das Ding,
Anthony Braxton,
cv313,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dennis Brown,
Jawbox,
Black Moon,
Jeff Lynne,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Man Parrish,
Masters at Work,
This Heat,
The Grass Roots,
Alphaville,
Albert Ayler,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Soft Machine,
Peter & Gordon,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Angels of Light,
Joe Smooth,
Jacques Brel,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.