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 Saudi Arabia and from Salvador.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
The American Breed,
Michelle Simonal,
Bobby Byrd,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
FM Einheit,
Sex Pistols,
Scion,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cybotron,
the Normal,
ABBA,
Radiohead,
Moebius,
Gang Green,
Gong,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Isaac Hayes,
Yellowson,
Scott Walker,
Morten Harket,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gang Gang Dance,
La Düsseldorf,
The Toasters,
The J.B.'s,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marshall Jefferson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
AZ,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Letta Mbulu,
Circle Jerks,
Stereo Dub,
The Zeros,
Fela Kuti,
Fluxion,
Silicon Teens,
T. Rex,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Liliput,
Quando Quango,
Laurel Aitken,
Slick Rick,
The Index,
Maurizio,
Scientists,
Mission of Burma,
Blancmange,
L. Decosne,
Dark Day,
Black Moon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Joensuu 1685,
Curtis Mayfield,
Alison Limerick,
Drive Like Jehu,
Graham Central Station,
Pantytec,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.