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 Belarus and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Brick 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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cecil Taylor,
Amon Düül,
Eli Mardock,
The Fuzztones,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Misunderstood,
The Cramps,
The Dead C,
Rakim,
David Bowie,
Moss Icon,
Lalann,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Desert Stars,
The Skatalites,
Nils Olav,
Pet Shop Boys,
Grey Daturas,
Judy Mowatt,
Cybotron,
Kayak,
Outsiders,
World's Most,
The Index,
The Invisible,
K-Klass,
Fat Boys,
Fad Gadget,
Tommy Roe,
Stockholm Monsters,
Moebius,
The Blues Magoos,
Stereo Dub,
Kool Moe Dee,
Slick Rick,
Brass Construction,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Flipper,
Pierre Henry,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Red Krayola,
Crime,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lower 48,
Yaz,
Qualms,
Malaria!,
Spoonie Gee,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Saccharine Trust,
The Mummies,
Wally Richardson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
This Heat,
Eric Dolphy,
The Fire Engines,
Warsaw,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.