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 Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Mumbai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 808 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 Joe Finger to the jazz 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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Liliput,
PIL,
The Vogues,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
DNA,
Rotary Connection,
Susan Cadogan,
The Invisible,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sugar Minott,
L. Decosne,
The Moleskins,
Adolescents,
Charles Mingus,
The Zeros,
Little Man,
The Names,
Oblivians,
Cecil Taylor,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
kango's stein massive,
The Young Rascals,
LL Cool J,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Gories,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Man Eating Sloth,
8 Eyed Spy,
Moebius,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Cramps,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Human League,
Ken Boothe,
Vainqueur,
Gang Gang Dance,
Amon Düül,
Khruangbin,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sun City Girls,
Mad Mike,
Bob Dylan,
David Axelrod,
Bluetip,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Brand Nubian,
Sight & Sound,
Rekid,
Dave Gahan,
The Remains,
Negative Approach,
Erykah Badu,
Pole,
Shuggie Otis,
Scan 7,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Martian,
Slick Rick,
Rites of Spring,
Jimmy McGriff,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.