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 Monaco and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Au Pairs to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Morten Harket,
The Misunderstood,
Joe Smooth,
Toni Rubio,
The Count Five,
The Fall,
Ten City,
Mission of Burma,
Malaria!,
Nik Kershaw,
FM Einheit,
The Cure,
Q and Not U,
Rites of Spring,
The Neon Judgement,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Minnie Riperton,
Aaron Thompson,
Can,
Lakeside,
Symarip,
The Trojans,
Lalo Schifrin,
Alice Coltrane,
Kas Product,
Ultra Naté,
Second Layer,
Godley & Creme,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Black Moon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nas,
New Age Steppers,
The Velvet Underground,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Slick Rick,
Derrick Morgan,
Mary Jane Girls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Max Romeo,
Desert Stars,
Ossler,
Q65,
Rakim,
Au Pairs,
Fat Boys,
A Certain Ratio,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Duran Duran,
Easy Going,
Quando Quango,
Nick Fraelich,
DNA,
David Bowie,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Shuggie Otis,
H. Thieme,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.