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 Sierra Leone 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Alison Limerick to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Altered Images,
Theoretical Girls,
The Buckinghams,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dual Sessions,
Marine Girls,
David Bowie,
Massinfluence,
The Mojo Men,
Deakin,
Freddie Wadling,
Desert Stars,
OOIOO,
the Swans,
The Modern Lovers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Godley & Creme,
Zapp,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Make Up,
The Beau Brummels,
The Trojans,
Harpers Bizarre,
F. McDonald,
CMW,
The Selecter,
Leonard Cohen,
Robert Hood,
Gabor Szabo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sam Rivers,
Sparks,
Tomorrow,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Index,
Alphaville,
Cal Tjader,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pagans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Thompson Twins,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dark Day,
Max Romeo,
The Techniques,
Arcadia,
Underground Resistance,
MC5,
The Walker Brothers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Letta Mbulu,
Kas Product,
The Victims,
A Certain Ratio,
Ludus,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.