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 Estonia and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 David Bowie 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 Fire Engines to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
The Zeros,
Lalo Schifrin,
JFA,
Loose Ends,
Crime,
Jawbox,
Brick,
Patti Smith,
The Detroit Cobras,
Deakin,
David Bowie,
Tubeway Army,
Scott Walker,
Cymande,
China Crisis,
Lou Reed,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ponytail,
Stetsasonic,
The Selecter,
Kaleidoscope,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Happenings,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Groovy Waters,
Lower 48,
Robert Görl,
Scientists,
Minor Threat,
Grandmaster Flash,
Freddie Wadling,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rotary Connection,
Johnny Clarke,
Alton Ellis,
Joe Smooth,
Archie Shepp,
The Doors,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ronan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tommy Roe,
The Real Kids,
Negative Approach,
Gregory Isaacs,
ABBA,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bluetip,
Index,
John Foxx,
the Association,
Ultra Naté,
Albert Ayler,
Pole,
Vladislav Delay,
Henry Cow,
Ultravox,
Newcleus,
The Gladiators,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.