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 United Kingdom and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 organ 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sandy B,
Donny Hathaway,
Rotary Connection,
The Skatalites,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Brick,
Panda Bear,
Zero Boys,
The Vogues,
Television,
Ken Boothe,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dave Gahan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Laurel Aitken,
Gang Green,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Soft Machine,
New Order,
Graham Central Station,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Althea and Donna,
Youth Brigade,
Barbara Tucker,
Rod Modell,
Severed Heads,
Swans,
AZ,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Electric Prunes,
Nik Kershaw,
Tubeway Army,
Pussy Galore,
Cheater Slicks,
Magma,
The Remains,
The Monochrome Set,
Guru Guru,
Mantronix,
Sixth Finger,
Con Funk Shun,
Basic Channel,
Pere Ubu,
The Cure,
Loose Ends,
Joy Division,
Avey Tare,
Eurythmics,
Andrew Hill,
Jacques Brel,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Black Moon,
Crooked Eye,
Letta Mbulu,
The American Breed,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Wake,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.