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 Mauritius and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Spoonie Gee to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
The Wake,
Derrick May,
Kaleidoscope,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Monks,
The Evens,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Japan,
David Bowie,
Rufus Thomas,
Dave Gahan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eric B and Rakim,
Isaac Hayes,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Fire Engines,
The Five Americans,
Yellowson,
Quando Quango,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
DJ Sneak,
Radiohead,
The Electric Prunes,
Blossom Toes,
Easy Going,
Spoonie Gee,
Cal Tjader,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
James White and The Blacks,
Bob Dylan,
CMW,
Swans,
The Tremeloes,
Cybotron,
a-ha,
Electric Prunes,
Main Source,
Harpers Bizarre,
Boz Scaggs,
B.T. Express,
Eden Ahbez,
Nas,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Michelle Simonal,
Soft Machine,
Ultravox,
Lou Christie,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Piero Umiliani,
Soul II Soul,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Harmonia,
The Slackers,
The Dead C,
Gang Green,
The Angels of Light,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Fuzztones,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.