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 Grenada and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Moody Blues to the punk 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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
The Trojans,
Robert Hood,
Joensuu 1685,
Barclay James Harvest,
AZ,
Theoretical Girls,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Evens,
Arab on Radar,
The J.B.'s,
Das Ding,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Half Japanese,
Charles Mingus,
Joe Finger,
Kayak,
Boz Scaggs,
Thee Headcoats,
China Crisis,
Jeff Mills,
Jandek,
The Remains,
The Golliwogs,
John Cale,
Arcadia,
Aloha Tigers,
Quantec,
The Monochrome Set,
Bobby Sherman,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Busters,
Chrome,
Negative Approach,
Surgeon,
Intrusion,
D'Angelo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Cramps,
The Five Americans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nico,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Babytalk,
Bauhaus,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Monks,
The Tremeloes,
These Immortal Souls,
One Last Wish,
The Knickerbockers,
Rotary Connection,
The New Christs,
Ludus,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Duran Duran,
Drive Like Jehu,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mantronix,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.