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 Netherlands and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Yazoo to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tom Boy,
Maurizio,
Colin Newman,
Jawbox,
John Coltrane,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Minny Pops,
John Cale,
The Modern Lovers,
Althea and Donna,
Public Image Ltd.,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Electric Prunes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Fire Engines,
Kayak,
The J.B.'s,
The Black Dice,
Crooked Eye,
ABBA,
The Raincoats,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Johnny Clarke,
The Shadows of Knight,
Quadrant,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Brand Nubian,
Tim Buckley,
Newcleus,
Isaac Hayes,
Tomorrow,
The Moleskins,
Bobby Sherman,
Michelle Simonal,
Yusef Lateef,
Matthew Halsall,
Josef K,
Desert Stars,
The Monochrome Set,
The Kinks,
Pagans,
Bob Dylan,
Echospace,
Parry Music,
The Young Rascals,
MC5,
Laurel Aitken,
Fela Kuti,
New Age Steppers,
Neil Young,
Lee Hazlewood,
Crash Course in Science,
Camberwell Now,
Surgeon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Drive Like Jehu,
Stetsasonic,
Loose Ends,
Shuggie Otis,
Graham Central Station,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.