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 Algeria and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 güiro 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 This Heat to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
The Real Kids,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lebanon Hanover,
Howard Jones,
Avey Tare,
Letta Mbulu,
Zapp,
Grandmaster Flash,
Main Source,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ponytail,
Andrew Hill,
the Soft Cell,
Isaac Hayes,
the Human League,
Banda Bassotti,
EPMD,
Soft Machine,
Janne Schatter,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eric Copeland,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Duran Duran,
Radio Birdman,
ABC,
T. Rex,
The Fortunes,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Tremeloes,
The Happenings,
Black Moon,
Monks,
Darondo,
Roger Hodgson,
10cc,
Roy Ayers,
Lakeside,
Bootsy Collins,
Amon Düül II,
F. McDonald,
Moebius,
The Young Rascals,
Ohio Players,
Matthew Halsall,
Subhumans,
Jawbox,
Unwound,
Maleditus Sound,
Yaz,
Scion,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sixth Finger,
Quando Quango,
Blossom Toes,
Sight & Sound,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kurtis Blow,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dawn Penn,
Peter & Gordon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.