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 Portland.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Lou Reed 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the disco 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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis 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?
Public Image Ltd.,
Hashim,
Adolescents,
Nik Kershaw,
Monolake,
Black Bananas,
Davy DMX,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ultravox,
China Crisis,
ABC,
Niagra,
Country Teasers,
New York Dolls,
Alton Ellis,
The Seeds,
Anakelly,
Drexciya,
Gichy Dan,
Eden Ahbez,
Black Sheep,
Stiv Bators,
Pantytec,
Roger Hodgson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
L. Decosne,
Reuben Wilson,
Scientists,
Pylon,
Skarface,
Little Man,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Section 25,
The Leaves,
Deakin,
Sällskapet,
Isaac Hayes,
Aloha Tigers,
Skriet,
The Music Machine,
The Neon Judgement,
Talk Talk,
Camouflage,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Reagan Youth,
Soft Machine,
Metal Thangz,
Shoche,
Nirvana,
The Smoke,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Yazoo,
Joe Smooth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Second Layer,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Make Up,
Bauhaus,
Joey Negro,
Duran Duran,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.