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 Turkey and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 harpsichord 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 Modern Lovers to the grime 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 Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Banda Bassotti,
Darondo,
Cecil Taylor,
Faust,
Harpers Bizarre,
kango's stein massive,
Eve St. Jones,
Delta 5,
Livin' Joy,
John Foxx,
Camberwell Now,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ituana,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ralphi Rosario,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nico,
Ornette Coleman,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bobby Byrd,
X-Ray Spex,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tom Boy,
ABC,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lindisfarne,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Mighty Diamonds,
CMW,
Unrelated Segments,
Jeff Lynne,
Make Up,
Can,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Robert Hood,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Zeros,
Symarip,
The J.B.'s,
Swans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Moby Grape,
Electric Prunes,
Crash Course in Science,
Fat Boys,
Harmonia,
The Knickerbockers,
Talk Talk,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Marc Almond,
Slick Rick,
Soft Machine,
The Monochrome Set,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jacob Miller,
Bang On A Can,
Arab on Radar,
Funky Four + One,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.