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 Philippines and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Michael McDonald 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 Eurythmics to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Popol Vuh 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?
Camouflage,
Nick Fraelich,
Tropical Tobacco,
Siglo XX,
Piero Umiliani,
Buzzcocks,
Average White Band,
Sun City Girls,
The Divine Comedy,
Skriet,
Black Pus,
Sugar Minott,
Babytalk,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Model 500,
The Motions,
This Heat,
The Tremeloes,
Judy Mowatt,
Tres Demented,
Susan Cadogan,
Index,
Vladislav Delay,
Unrelated Segments,
Pierre Henry,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Intrusion,
B.T. Express,
The Selecter,
Carl Craig,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Durutti Column,
The Wake,
DJ Style,
Funky Four + One,
Urselle,
Theoretical Girls,
Das Ding,
The Modern Lovers,
Icehouse,
Joe Smooth,
Erasure,
Marine Girls,
Main Source,
Skaos,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Standells,
These Immortal Souls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Whodini,
The Skatalites,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pere Ubu,
Morten Harket,
Todd Rundgren,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sun Ra,
The Cure,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Man Eating Sloth,
Alice Coltrane,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.