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 Liechtenstein and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Holger Czukay 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 Roxy Music to the grunge 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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman 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 güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
The Techniques,
David Axelrod,
ABBA,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Joey Negro,
Lyres,
Ten City,
The Gap Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Sonics,
Babytalk,
Hot Snakes,
The Remains,
World's Most,
Tim Buckley,
Bauhaus,
Groovy Waters,
The Cowsills,
L. Decosne,
Stetsasonic,
Quando Quango,
Public Enemy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Crispian St. Peters,
Skriet,
Public Image Ltd.,
Massinfluence,
The Stooges,
Derrick Morgan,
Althea and Donna,
The New Christs,
Sound Behaviour,
Johnny Clarke,
June of 44,
Laurel Aitken,
Aswad,
Carl Craig,
The Moleskins,
The Searchers,
Pylon,
China Crisis,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Tremeloes,
Lou Christie,
Rakim,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pantytec,
Echospace,
Newcleus,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mad Mike,
The Star Department,
The Flesh Eaters,
Motorama,
Bill Near,
Sex Pistols,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.