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 Libya and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Misunderstood to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Kayak,
Don Cherry,
the Association,
Bush Tetras,
Derrick May,
The Blackbyrds,
the Bar-Kays,
Dave Gahan,
Banda Bassotti,
Jandek,
Nation of Ulysses,
T.S.O.L.,
Derrick Morgan,
Smog,
Terry Callier,
Electric Prunes,
Sällskapet,
Man Eating Sloth,
Hasil Adkins,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pantytec,
Fugazi,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Easy Going,
Schoolly D,
Aswad,
New York Dolls,
L. Decosne,
La Düsseldorf,
Eli Mardock,
The Sound,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eddi Front,
Drive Like Jehu,
10cc,
Brand Nubian,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bobby Sherman,
Sandy B,
Lucky Dragons,
Joy Division,
Organ,
Crispy Ambulance,
Yusef Lateef,
Albert Ayler,
Jacques Brel,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Modern Lovers,
The Fugs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dawn Penn,
Soul II Soul,
Barclay James Harvest,
Juan Atkins,
Brick,
This Heat,
The Slackers,
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.