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 Chile and from Cairo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Roy Ayers to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sandy B,
Harry Pussy,
Alphaville,
Jacob Miller,
Kayak,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Audionom,
Lindisfarne,
Eric B and Rakim,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bauhaus,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Fire Engines,
The Fugs,
Lou Christie,
Radio Birdman,
Los Fastidios,
Agent Orange,
China Crisis,
10cc,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mo-Dettes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
John Foxx,
Kurtis Blow,
Gerry Rafferty,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Chrome,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mars,
Thee Headcoats,
Tim Buckley,
Aural Exciters,
Moby Grape,
Erasure,
The Names,
Brick,
the Fania All-Stars,
Boredoms,
Amon Düül,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pagans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Byron Stingily,
Dorothy Ashby,
Crooked Eye,
Joyce Sims,
Man Parrish,
The Music Machine,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Zero Boys,
The Neon Judgement,
Sound Behaviour,
The Remains,
Cameo,
Godley & Creme,
Country Teasers,
Masters at Work,
The Happenings,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.