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 Lithuania 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Cramps 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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Matthew Halsall,
Maurizio,
Harry Pussy,
Wally Richardson,
Todd Terry,
Leonard Cohen,
Silicon Teens,
Minny Pops,
The Sound,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scott Walker,
Prince Buster,
Schoolly D,
The Seeds,
Bronski Beat,
Junior Murvin,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Roger Hodgson,
Hoover,
The Misunderstood,
The Happenings,
Colin Newman,
In Retrospect,
Wings,
Shuggie Otis,
The Toasters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Dirtbombs,
Supertramp,
Kool Moe Dee,
Steve Hackett,
Ultravox,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Charles Mingus,
Pantaleimon,
Agent Orange,
Ralphi Rosario,
Theoretical Girls,
Radiopuhelimet,
Wasted Youth,
ABC,
Black Bananas,
The Black Dice,
Boz Scaggs,
Moss Icon,
Interpol,
Mantronix,
The Beau Brummels,
Jacob Miller,
Reagan Youth,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Darondo,
Surgeon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Agitation Free,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Arthur Verocai,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.