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 Pakistan and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 D'Angelo to the grunge 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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sparks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Grauzone,
Von Mondo,
The Invisible,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
DNA,
The Move,
Marmalade,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Barry Ungar,
Joe Smooth,
Sixth Finger,
Radiopuhelimet,
Flipper,
Archie Shepp,
Gong,
the Soft Cell,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jerry's Kids,
Arab on Radar,
The Selecter,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Trumans Water,
Deadbeat,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
David Axelrod,
Bootsy Collins,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Hasil Adkins,
James White and The Blacks,
T.S.O.L.,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Young Marble Giants,
Funkadelic,
Tubeway Army,
Terrestrial Tones,
U.S. Maple,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kas Product,
Subhumans,
The Neon Judgement,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Radio Birdman,
Agitation Free,
The United States of America,
Bad Manners,
Don Cherry,
Model 500,
Mark Hollis,
Iggy Pop,
Letta Mbulu,
The Pop Group,
June Days,
10cc,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Litter,
Urselle,
La Düsseldorf,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.