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 Czech Republic and from Hong Kong.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Alice Coltrane to the grime 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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Rotary Connection,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Vainqueur,
Country Teasers,
Half Japanese,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Moleskins,
Alton Ellis,
Robert Wyatt,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ituana,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Fatback Band,
The Fire Engines,
Skaos,
The Count Five,
Oblivians,
Man Parrish,
Terry Callier,
Tubeway Army,
Amon Düül,
The Knickerbockers,
Marvin Gaye,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rhythm & Sound,
Shuggie Otis,
The Offenders,
Letta Mbulu,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
This Heat,
Dorothy Ashby,
Michelle Simonal,
the Germs,
Anakelly,
Goldenarms,
Black Bananas,
Lou Reed,
T.S.O.L.,
Flipper,
Aswad,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kool Moe Dee,
Grauzone,
the Human League,
Tommy Roe,
Eli Mardock,
The Human League,
Technova,
Trumans Water,
Echospace,
Fad Gadget,
Joe Smooth,
Bauhaus,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jimmy McGriff,
Donny Hathaway,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.