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 Kenya and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 oboe 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 Harpers Bizarre to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images 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 a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Patti Smith,
ABBA,
The Stooges,
DJ Style,
Subhumans,
Mark Hollis,
Peter & Gordon,
Camouflage,
Echospace,
OOIOO,
Mission of Burma,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Moss Icon,
Marc Almond,
Ronnie Foster,
Bobby Byrd,
Niagra,
Arcadia,
Roxy Music,
The Martian,
Idris Muhammad,
The Young Rascals,
The Last Poets,
Marmalade,
Half Japanese,
The Beau Brummels,
Nas,
Von Mondo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Toasters,
Sun Ra,
Easy Going,
Skarface,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rhythm & Sound,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Cowsills,
R.M.O.,
Ronan,
The Misunderstood,
Barbara Tucker,
Unrelated Segments,
Sixth Finger,
Ohio Players,
Cal Tjader,
Scrapy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jeff Lynne,
Lower 48,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
John Coltrane,
The Angels of Light,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Massinfluence,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Fugs,
Slick Rick,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.