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 Kiribati and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 David Bowie 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 Cymande 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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Sixth Finger,
Excepter,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mantronix,
Rites of Spring,
The Doors,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ten City,
Frankie Knuckles,
T. Rex,
The Gap Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gang Gang Dance,
10cc,
DJ Style,
Public Image Ltd.,
Black Sheep,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mary Jane Girls,
Vladislav Delay,
Yusef Lateef,
The Mummies,
Mars,
The Associates,
Mandrill,
Kenny Larkin,
Silicon Teens,
Underground Resistance,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dual Sessions,
Freddie Wadling,
A Certain Ratio,
Ludus,
New Age Steppers,
The Kinks,
Pantaleimon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Amon Düül II,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Peter and Kerry,
Tom Boy,
Newcleus,
Todd Terry,
Isaac Hayes,
Infiniti,
Cheater Slicks,
David McCallum,
Bronski Beat,
Funkadelic,
The Gun Club,
Albert Ayler,
Hashim,
Shuggie Otis,
Subhumans,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ice-T,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sarah Menescal,
The Moody Blues,
Young Marble Giants,
R.M.O.,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.