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 Senegal and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Warren Ellis to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Bobby Womack,
Spandau Ballet,
Vainqueur,
Skaos,
Gang of Four,
Alton Ellis,
Banda Bassotti,
Johnny Osbourne,
Delon & Dalcan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cymande,
The Fuzztones,
Cecil Taylor,
Minny Pops,
Suicide,
The Misunderstood,
Agitation Free,
The Human League,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eyeless In Gaza,
China Crisis,
F. McDonald,
Ronan,
Soft Machine,
Amon Düül,
Half Japanese,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Los Fastidios,
Symarip,
Bizarre Inc.,
MC5,
Quadrant,
Flamin' Groovies,
ABBA,
Girls At Our Best!,
Second Layer,
Ornette Coleman,
Liliput,
the Germs,
Marc Almond,
Audionom,
AZ,
Rod Modell,
Amon Düül II,
The Zeros,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Godley & Creme,
The Searchers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Moody Blues,
Severed Heads,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Cramps,
Skriet,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Stereo Dub,
Kurtis Blow,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.