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 China and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Spokane.
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 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 LL Cool J to the techno 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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Section 25,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Roger Hodgson,
Pole,
Lakeside,
Lyres,
Juan Atkins,
Mad Mike,
The Index,
Das Ding,
Yusef Lateef,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Main Source,
Henry Cow,
ABC,
Ponytail,
Supertramp,
Y Pants,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ossler,
PIL,
Connie Case,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Brass Construction,
The Standells,
MDC,
Derrick Morgan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rod Modell,
48th St. Collective,
Ralphi Rosario,
Altered Images,
Howard Jones,
The Young Rascals,
Unrelated Segments,
Schoolly D,
The Fugs,
Rapeman,
The Cramps,
Goldenarms,
Interpol,
Toni Rubio,
F. McDonald,
The Barracudas,
Danielle Patucci,
Albert Ayler,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Animal Collective,
The Leaves,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Walker Brothers,
Crooked Eye,
Donny Hathaway,
Cameo,
Scratch Acid,
New York Dolls,
Ten City,
Maleditus Sound,
Thee Headcoats,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.