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 Oman and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Scott Walker to the rap 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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
AZ,
Popol Vuh,
John Foxx,
Q and Not U,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fad Gadget,
KRS-One,
Mars,
Funkadelic,
Terry Callier,
Sixth Finger,
D'Angelo,
Donny Hathaway,
Boz Scaggs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Joe Finger,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ohio Players,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Tremeloes,
Sight & Sound,
Interpol,
Guru Guru,
Mantronix,
Don Cherry,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Sonics,
Skarface,
Newcleus,
The Motions,
Angry Samoans,
Scientists,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Camouflage,
New York Dolls,
Blancmange,
Lindisfarne,
Symarip,
The Remains,
Altered Images,
The Fuzztones,
Deakin,
Japan,
Cluster,
Tom Boy,
Minny Pops,
Faraquet,
Tres Demented,
Blossom Toes,
Sister Nancy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Loose Ends,
Black Sheep,
Moebius,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fatback Band,
The Mojo Men,
Radiopuhelimet,
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.