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 Ghana and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic 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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
World's Most,
Max Romeo,
Cluster,
the Slits,
DNA,
The Invisible,
Excepter,
F. McDonald,
Danielle Patucci,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kool Moe Dee,
Camouflage,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Busters,
Josef K,
Erykah Badu,
Tres Demented,
Soft Machine,
Ponytail,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Howard Jones,
The Red Krayola,
Skarface,
Metal Thangz,
Brick,
Lower 48,
Sex Pistols,
The Walker Brothers,
the Normal,
Organ,
Ultra Naté,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Joey Negro,
Blake Baxter,
Scientists,
Johnny Clarke,
Graham Central Station,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Fire Engines,
Mr. Review,
Joy Division,
China Crisis,
Bobby Byrd,
Gerry Rafferty,
Royal Trux,
Cecil Taylor,
The Knickerbockers,
The Fall,
Faust,
Niagra,
The Black Dice,
Rotary Connection,
Lee Hazlewood,
Donald Byrd,
The Modern Lovers,
Kayak,
The Slits,
Supertramp,
The Doors,
The J.B.'s,
Curtis Mayfield,
John Cale,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.