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 Mauritius and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 mellotron 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 T. Rex to the rock 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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Kas Product,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Avey Tare,
A Certain Ratio,
Cybotron,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Au Pairs,
The Busters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nils Olav,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Moby Grape,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bluetip,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Steve Hackett,
Flash Fearless,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Buzzcocks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Silicon Teens,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Trojans,
Cymande,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Zero Boys,
Jesper Dahlback,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pole,
Alton Ellis,
Supertramp,
Yusef Lateef,
The Move,
One Last Wish,
Rufus Thomas,
Rakim,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sällskapet,
Parry Music,
The Gladiators,
Marvin Gaye,
Bad Manners,
Kaleidoscope,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Mojo Men,
Quantec,
Gang of Four,
Pagans,
the Normal,
Joey Negro,
Minutemen,
The Raincoats,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Symarip,
Crooked Eye,
The Pop Group,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.