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 Laos and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tokyo.
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 sitar 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 Gil Scott Heron to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Easy Going,
The American Breed,
Jimmy McGriff,
James White and The Blacks,
The Invisible,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Roy Ayers,
R.M.O.,
Gong,
Moss Icon,
One Last Wish,
The Wake,
The Alarm Clocks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Red Krayola,
DNA,
The Cure,
Bronski Beat,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Gories,
K-Klass,
Tubeway Army,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Minutemen,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jacob Miller,
The Fortunes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kayak,
The Monochrome Set,
Jeff Mills,
Al Stewart,
The Real Kids,
Eddi Front,
Dave Gahan,
Mark Hollis,
FM Einheit,
The Fugs,
Scan 7,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Funkadelic,
Erasure,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Bar-Kays,
Half Japanese,
Nik Kershaw,
Freddie Wadling,
Ice-T,
Sällskapet,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bauhaus,
Connie Case,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.