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 Guatemala and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Holger Czukay 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 Johnny Clarke to the disco 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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Bronski Beat,
June of 44,
Half Japanese,
Joe Smooth,
the Human League,
Chris & Cosey,
the Fania All-Stars,
Minutemen,
Roxy Music,
Surgeon,
The Happenings,
Kerri Chandler,
Thompson Twins,
Flash Fearless,
Eric Dolphy,
Tears for Fears,
Dennis Brown,
Public Image Ltd.,
Skarface,
Swell Maps,
L. Decosne,
Q65,
The Music Machine,
MC5,
The Fuzztones,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The American Breed,
The Buckinghams,
Marmalade,
Mission of Burma,
Talk Talk,
Inner City,
Fluxion,
Fad Gadget,
Shoche,
Neil Young,
Silicon Teens,
The Gun Club,
Young Marble Giants,
Lower 48,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Blossom Toes,
Siglo XX,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jawbox,
The Modern Lovers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rufus Thomas,
Mantronix,
The Gap Band,
Electric Prunes,
Con Funk Shun,
Delon & Dalcan,
Hoover,
Hot Snakes,
The Slits,
June Days,
Boz Scaggs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scion,
Marcia Griffiths,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.