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 Netherlands and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 ABC to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Harpers Bizarre,
Shoche,
Gang Green,
The Victims,
Ronan,
Danielle Patucci,
Camberwell Now,
Ohio Players,
Lee Hazlewood,
La Düsseldorf,
Sam Rivers,
Nils Olav,
A Flock of Seagulls,
T. Rex,
Hasil Adkins,
The Beau Brummels,
The Trojans,
Motorama,
Groovy Waters,
Spoonie Gee,
Rufus Thomas,
Pantytec,
The Human League,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Theoretical Girls,
Big Daddy Kane,
Popol Vuh,
Darondo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Seeds,
Lebanon Hanover,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Angels of Light,
Maurizio,
Steve Hackett,
Black Flag,
Flash Fearless,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Music Machine,
Pussy Galore,
Althea and Donna,
The Mummies,
The Fortunes,
Joey Negro,
Lightning Bolt,
Prince Buster,
Moebius,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Amazonics,
Juan Atkins,
Drexciya,
Colin Newman,
David McCallum,
Peter & Gordon,
David Bowie,
Liliput,
Harry Pussy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Knickerbockers,
The Dead C,
Easy Going,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.