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 Tonga and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 The Buckinghams to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Pylon,
Marvin Gaye,
The Slits,
Arthur Verocai,
David McCallum,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Spandau Ballet,
Flipper,
Bobby Byrd,
Minnie Riperton,
Unrelated Segments,
the Human League,
Derrick May,
Tomorrow,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ken Boothe,
Curtis Mayfield,
Frankie Knuckles,
Au Pairs,
Eve St. Jones,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jacques Brel,
Janne Schatter,
T. Rex,
Can,
Freddie Wadling,
Procol Harum,
Malaria!,
The Mojo Men,
Depeche Mode,
The Young Rascals,
Barclay James Harvest,
Erasure,
Livin' Joy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Arab on Radar,
Das Ding,
The Angels of Light,
Connie Case,
The Searchers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Laurel Aitken,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Q65,
E-Dancer,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Tremeloes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ultravox,
Blossom Toes,
Zero Boys,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Motions,
Echospace,
Alice Coltrane,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marshall Jefferson,
Leonard Cohen,
Skarface,
Moss Icon,
Vainqueur,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.