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 St Lucia and from Delhi.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Toni Rubio to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex 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 theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Erasure,
Subhumans,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Blackbyrds,
Television Personalities,
Bill Near,
Harpers Bizarre,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
a-ha,
Deakin,
The Motions,
Brick,
Soulsonic Force,
Panda Bear,
Royal Trux,
Alice Coltrane,
Heaven 17,
KRS-One,
Black Pus,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Henry Cow,
Adolescents,
Ornette Coleman,
Organ,
Rakim,
Lebanon Hanover,
Todd Rundgren,
The Black Dice,
Mars,
the Association,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Mummies,
Freddie Wadling,
Gang Green,
The Fuzztones,
Sparks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Moby Grape,
Theoretical Girls,
The Sound,
Duran Duran,
Cluster,
The Angels of Light,
The Moody Blues,
Blossom Toes,
Peter & Gordon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Unrelated Segments,
Pagans,
Lalann,
Gabor Szabo,
Model 500,
Magazine,
Essential Logic,
Liliput,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Banda Bassotti,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.