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 Madagascar and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 The Dead C to the punk 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 The Evens. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Von Mondo,
Blancmange,
Gang of Four,
Bizarre Inc.,
Animal Collective,
Rekid,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sound Behaviour,
X-Ray Spex,
Swans,
Cluster,
Dead Boys,
The Remains,
Bronski Beat,
Minnie Riperton,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marc Almond,
Aaron Thompson,
Pylon,
Niagra,
T.S.O.L.,
The Birthday Party,
Wally Richardson,
The Last Poets,
The Move,
Peter & Gordon,
Jandek,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Moleskins,
Robert Wyatt,
The Techniques,
Marvin Gaye,
Shoche,
PIL,
Gang Gang Dance,
Faust,
Fad Gadget,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Johnny Clarke,
Fatback Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Duran Duran,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Underground Resistance,
Grey Daturas,
T. Rex,
These Immortal Souls,
Deakin,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Easy Going,
Desert Stars,
Joey Negro,
Los Fastidios,
Goldenarms,
Maurizio,
The Kinks,
Au Pairs,
Bad Manners,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Gladiators,
the Human League,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.