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 Korea North and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Michael McDonald 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Parry Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Black Flag,
Robert Hood,
Roxette,
the Bar-Kays,
Hardrive,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
EPMD,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bluetip,
John Cale,
Sparks,
Echospace,
Byron Stingily,
Piero Umiliani,
Lucky Dragons,
The Walker Brothers,
Donald Byrd,
Kerrie Biddell,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
A Certain Ratio,
Bobby Byrd,
Little Man,
The Black Dice,
The Names,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Absolute Body Control,
Gang Gang Dance,
Patti Smith,
Organ,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mo-Dettes,
Sister Nancy,
Pere Ubu,
Kenny Larkin,
DNA,
Minny Pops,
Delta 5,
Deakin,
Lungfish,
The Fortunes,
The Offenders,
Quando Quango,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Alton Ellis,
Josef K,
World's Most,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ronnie Foster,
Neu!,
The Real Kids,
kango's stein massive,
Quantec,
Audionom,
Erasure,
Zapp,
F. McDonald,
Quadrant,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.