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 London.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Kerri Chandler to the disco 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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
DNA,
Rotary Connection,
Infiniti,
Wire,
Mark Hollis,
Con Funk Shun,
Lungfish,
Alice Coltrane,
Camberwell Now,
Agent Orange,
Funky Four + One,
The Alarm Clocks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sun Ra,
The Durutti Column,
Wally Richardson,
The Gladiators,
Nico,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cameo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ultra Naté,
The Grass Roots,
Soul II Soul,
These Immortal Souls,
Lightning Bolt,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Alphaville,
Quantec,
The Dirtbombs,
Warren Ellis,
Maleditus Sound,
Moss Icon,
The Doors,
Panda Bear,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Remains,
B.T. Express,
Roger Hodgson,
The Moleskins,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Janne Schatter,
Tears for Fears,
X-101,
Guru Guru,
Gang Green,
The Neon Judgement,
Liliput,
The Black Dice,
Al Stewart,
Junior Murvin,
Gong,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jeff Lynne,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.