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 Haiti 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong 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 sitar 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 Spandau Ballet to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
JFA,
Tomorrow,
Spandau Ballet,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tropical Tobacco,
In Retrospect,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Youth Brigade,
Arab on Radar,
Roxette,
Gastr Del Sol,
The New Christs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lakeside,
This Heat,
Dead Boys,
Eden Ahbez,
June of 44,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Gories,
Cal Tjader,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eurythmics,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Underground Resistance,
The Barracudas,
Leonard Cohen,
Al Stewart,
These Immortal Souls,
Whodini,
Boz Scaggs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Blake Baxter,
Rakim,
Severed Heads,
Max Romeo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Knickerbockers,
Suicide,
Talk Talk,
Agent Orange,
Masters at Work,
Ponytail,
The Black Dice,
Anakelly,
10cc,
Siglo XX,
Dark Day,
Matthew Halsall,
Kurtis Blow,
The Sound,
Groovy Waters,
Shuggie Otis,
Qualms,
The Misunderstood,
Mission of Burma,
Liliput,
Eric Copeland,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sonic Youth,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Howard Jones,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.