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 East Timor and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Robert Palmer 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 New Order to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Camouflage,
Ludus,
LL Cool J,
David Bowie,
L. Decosne,
Zero Boys,
Jacques Brel,
Bronski Beat,
The Kinks,
Joe Smooth,
Big Daddy Kane,
Slave,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bad Manners,
10cc,
The Electric Prunes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Derrick May,
Suicide,
Rosa Yemen,
Cymande,
Thompson Twins,
The Invisible,
Pulsallama,
Byron Stingily,
China Crisis,
X-101,
Pet Shop Boys,
Black Sheep,
Althea and Donna,
It's A Beautiful Day,
David McCallum,
Junior Murvin,
Animal Collective,
The Fall,
Soft Machine,
The Buckinghams,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gastr Del Sol,
World's Most,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mission of Burma,
Joensuu 1685,
Monks,
Don Cherry,
Lalo Schifrin,
New York Dolls,
The Litter,
Popol Vuh,
Barbara Tucker,
Josef K,
Flash Fearless,
Rufus Thomas,
Bang On A Can,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Martian,
Toni Rubio,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scientists,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.