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 Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 David Bowie 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 The Zeros to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Alton Ellis,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ronan,
Massinfluence,
New York Dolls,
Bootsy Collins,
Stiv Bators,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Soulsonic Force,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Swell Maps,
Surgeon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tim Buckley,
Maurizio,
Intrusion,
Delta 5,
Joyce Sims,
Oblivians,
Loose Ends,
Aural Exciters,
Minnie Riperton,
Simply Red,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mary Jane Girls,
Neil Young,
Sugar Minott,
Kerrie Biddell,
Severed Heads,
Darondo,
Rosa Yemen,
Reagan Youth,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Vogues,
X-102,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
AZ,
Metal Thangz,
Gang of Four,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rapeman,
Technova,
Ituana,
Slave,
ABBA,
Cheater Slicks,
Michelle Simonal,
Tomorrow,
Scan 7,
Alison Limerick,
Sandy B,
Nik Kershaw,
The Walker Brothers,
Fad Gadget,
Hoover,
Vladislav Delay,
Lindisfarne,
Blossom Toes,
Accadde A,
Idris Muhammad,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.