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 Mauritius and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Michael McDonald 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 Tommy Roe to the rap 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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
L. Decosne,
Radiohead,
Absolute Body Control,
The Detroit Cobras,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cymande,
the Association,
The Blackbyrds,
Reuben Wilson,
Blossom Toes,
Robert Hood,
Silicon Teens,
Boz Scaggs,
Reagan Youth,
Cluster,
Dorothy Ashby,
Unwound,
Todd Terry,
New Age Steppers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Depeche Mode,
Guru Guru,
The Dirtbombs,
Thee Headcoats,
Kayak,
The Mummies,
the Slits,
Crispy Ambulance,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
MC5,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Roxette,
Bauhaus,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mars,
Agent Orange,
Derrick May,
Rotary Connection,
Tres Demented,
Sonny Sharrock,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Altered Images,
June of 44,
The Remains,
Gerry Rafferty,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Porter Ricks,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Cure,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Human League,
Boogie Down Productions,
Alice Coltrane,
Pole,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Normal,
The Beau Brummels,
Nas,
Bizarre Inc.,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.