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 Colombia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Oblivians to the crunk 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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Sugar Minott,
Prince Buster,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Yazoo,
Bluetip,
Au Pairs,
The Golliwogs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Charles Mingus,
Fatback Band,
Gichy Dan,
Gong,
The Wake,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Monochrome Set,
Roxy Music,
Zero Boys,
Agent Orange,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
OOIOO,
Rufus Thomas,
Hasil Adkins,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Swans,
Dave Gahan,
The Sonics,
Electric Prunes,
Sällskapet,
Arthur Verocai,
Josef K,
Cluster,
Moebius,
Kenny Larkin,
Stereo Dub,
Negative Approach,
kango's stein massive,
The Standells,
Hashim,
New Age Steppers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Chrome,
Amon Düül,
The Stooges,
The Star Department,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Moby Grape,
Matthew Halsall,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Black Moon,
ABBA,
Pole,
The Searchers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jerry's Kids,
Ituana,
Dead Boys,
The Red Krayola,
Heaven 17,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.