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 Switzerland and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the linndrum 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 David McCallum to the jazz 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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cluster,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Don Cherry,
Freddie Wadling,
The Kinks,
Fad Gadget,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Drexciya,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Beau Brummels,
The Move,
Das Ding,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kaleidoscope,
Neu!,
The Dave Clark Five,
Erykah Badu,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Dirtbombs,
Altered Images,
Gong,
Clear Light,
Oblivians,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tears for Fears,
Fluxion,
Colin Newman,
CMW,
Brick,
Essential Logic,
Lalann,
Godley & Creme,
Monolake,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scientists,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Blossom Toes,
The Walker Brothers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Malaria!,
The Trojans,
Negative Approach,
Popol Vuh,
Arcadia,
The Dead C,
Second Layer,
Laurel Aitken,
The Slits,
Dave Gahan,
Flash Fearless,
Main Source,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jesper Dahlback,
Country Teasers,
Bronski Beat,
Saccharine Trust,
Inner City,
Parry Music,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.