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 Turkmenistan and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Altered Images to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Girls At Our Best!,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kenny Larkin,
MDC,
Gabor Szabo,
Connie Case,
The Gap Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jeff Lynne,
The Associates,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Human League,
Arcadia,
Prince Buster,
Intrusion,
Joyce Sims,
Dave Gahan,
Grandmaster Flash,
Quando Quango,
The Music Machine,
Sun City Girls,
Marc Almond,
John Holt,
Alton Ellis,
In Retrospect,
The Slits,
Vladislav Delay,
Neu!,
Kevin Saunderson,
Erasure,
Moss Icon,
Aswad,
Nas,
The Dirtbombs,
Zero Boys,
Supertramp,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Standells,
David Axelrod,
Liliput,
The Victims,
The Blues Magoos,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Shuggie Otis,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Skaos,
DJ Sneak,
Dual Sessions,
Steve Hackett,
The Walker Brothers,
Mantronix,
Mo-Dettes,
Au Pairs,
The Neon Judgement,
Audionom,
Icehouse,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cluster,
Depeche Mode,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Metal Thangz,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.