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 Malaysia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Seoul.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Yellowson to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nirvana,
DNA,
Nils Olav,
Bluetip,
The Moleskins,
Anakelly,
Lightning Bolt,
Eric Dolphy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Godley & Creme,
Cymande,
Accadde A,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Adolescents,
Popol Vuh,
Oneida,
Das Ding,
Underground Resistance,
Bronski Beat,
Chris & Cosey,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Erasure,
The Martian,
the Normal,
The Kinks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fatback Band,
Skarface,
Pantaleimon,
The Blues Magoos,
Aural Exciters,
Delta 5,
Jeff Mills,
Saccharine Trust,
Cheater Slicks,
Intrusion,
Negative Approach,
Schoolly D,
Eli Mardock,
Lou Reed,
Fat Boys,
The Birthday Party,
Janne Schatter,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Tremeloes,
The New Christs,
Tom Boy,
The Barracudas,
Amazonics,
Crispian St. Peters,
China Crisis,
Letta Mbulu,
Mo-Dettes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Steve Hackett,
Slick Rick,
Mark Hollis,
Roxette,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.