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 Uruguay and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 synthesizer 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 Anakelly to the rock 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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Johnny Clarke,
Warsaw,
Marvin Gaye,
Brothers Johnson,
James White and The Blacks,
The Moody Blues,
the Normal,
Lakeside,
Henry Cow,
Juan Atkins,
Mo-Dettes,
Rotary Connection,
The Young Rascals,
Lou Christie,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Oneida,
Porter Ricks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Icehouse,
Steve Hackett,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Public Image Ltd.,
Aloha Tigers,
Deakin,
Patti Smith,
Sällskapet,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Newcleus,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pylon,
Mars,
the Human League,
Nik Kershaw,
Joyce Sims,
Leonard Cohen,
Charles Mingus,
Ken Boothe,
Theoretical Girls,
Moby Grape,
The Fugs,
Danielle Patucci,
Gang of Four,
New York Dolls,
Spoonie Gee,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Derrick Morgan,
Roxette,
Das Ding,
Barclay James Harvest,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bauhaus,
John Coltrane,
Second Layer,
Essential Logic,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Easy Going,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.