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 Libya and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 808 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 The Sound to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Todd Rundgren,
ABC,
Derrick May,
The Music Machine,
Jeff Mills,
Pierre Henry,
The Cramps,
kango's stein massive,
Yellowson,
Amon Düül II,
Arthur Verocai,
Trumans Water,
the Association,
The Vogues,
8 Eyed Spy,
Zero Boys,
Zapp,
Ken Boothe,
Procol Harum,
A Certain Ratio,
Adolescents,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
E-Dancer,
Kayak,
The Techniques,
Duran Duran,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Toasters,
Saccharine Trust,
Quantec,
Desert Stars,
Stetsasonic,
L. Decosne,
The Move,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Schoolly D,
Harmonia,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Laurel Aitken,
Rosa Yemen,
Fela Kuti,
Lightning Bolt,
The Birthday Party,
U.S. Maple,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Monochrome Set,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pantytec,
Half Japanese,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
X-102,
Lower 48,
Joey Negro,
Minutemen,
Gil Scott Heron,
The J.B.'s,
Barrington Levy,
Metal Thangz,
Lakeside,
Magma,
Leonard Cohen,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.