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 Morocco and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar 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 Fear 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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Roxette 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 disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
L. Decosne,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Susan Cadogan,
The Five Americans,
Amazonics,
Albert Ayler,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Liliput,
The Mummies,
David McCallum,
The Real Kids,
Tom Boy,
Yusef Lateef,
Metal Thangz,
Eric Dolphy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Funkadelic,
The Young Rascals,
Sugar Minott,
Sex Pistols,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Schoolly D,
10cc,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Minny Pops,
Outsiders,
Funky Four + One,
Suburban Knight,
The Sonics,
The Dead C,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Throbbing Gristle,
Soul Sonic Force,
Alison Limerick,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
CMW,
Gichy Dan,
Eli Mardock,
Fear,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ultravox,
Von Mondo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Theoretical Girls,
Andrew Hill,
Ponytail,
Silicon Teens,
The Fortunes,
Pantytec,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
New Order,
Qualms,
The Dirtbombs,
Tomorrow,
the Soft Cell,
Chrome,
Lou Christie,
Mad Mike,
The Raincoats,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.