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 Micronesia and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the organ 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 Cybotron to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Neil Young,
Kaleidoscope,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Charles Mingus,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Easy Going,
The United States of America,
Blancmange,
Suburban Knight,
Donald Byrd,
Index,
Can,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Moody Blues,
T. Rex,
John Holt,
The Blues Magoos,
World's Most,
Oblivians,
Graham Central Station,
Connie Case,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sister Nancy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tres Demented,
Urselle,
Throbbing Gristle,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The American Breed,
The Count Five,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tomorrow,
Zero Boys,
AZ,
Patti Smith,
Skriet,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Black Sheep,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fat Boys,
The Gladiators,
Harry Pussy,
L. Decosne,
John Cale,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pere Ubu,
Amon Düül II,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nils Olav,
Accadde A,
Man Eating Sloth,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Moleskins,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Outsiders,
Agent Orange,
A Certain Ratio,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.