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 Tuvalu and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 synthesizer 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 June Days to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Monks,
James White and The Blacks,
Roger Hodgson,
Unrelated Segments,
Wings,
Tears for Fears,
Don Cherry,
Japan,
Saccharine Trust,
Thee Headcoats,
Leonard Cohen,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Red Krayola,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Blackbyrds,
Neu!,
Whodini,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bobby Sherman,
The Durutti Column,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Subhumans,
Siglo XX,
ABC,
The Knickerbockers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Faraquet,
Q65,
The Birthday Party,
The Fortunes,
Susan Cadogan,
Derrick Morgan,
One Last Wish,
Kayak,
The Angels of Light,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tommy Roe,
Bluetip,
10cc,
Max Romeo,
Ultravox,
The American Breed,
U.S. Maple,
Sandy B,
Minny Pops,
Kerrie Biddell,
Malaria!,
Skaos,
B.T. Express,
Dark Day,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rosa Yemen,
Rites of Spring,
Gang of Four,
The Offenders,
The Modern Lovers,
Simply Red,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.