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 Venezuela and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 theremin 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 Isaac Hayes to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Mark Hollis,
Fatback Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tim Buckley,
Crime,
DJ Sneak,
Supertramp,
Sandy B,
Vladislav Delay,
Bobby Womack,
World's Most,
Amon Düül II,
Moebius,
The Modern Lovers,
Tubeway Army,
Magma,
Hardrive,
FM Einheit,
Gichy Dan,
Franke,
The New Christs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fat Boys,
The Music Machine,
Eli Mardock,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Blake Baxter,
Lakeside,
Nick Fraelich,
Scion,
The Knickerbockers,
Darondo,
Crooked Eye,
Rites of Spring,
Eric Copeland,
Soul II Soul,
Reuben Wilson,
Soft Machine,
Kerri Chandler,
Arab on Radar,
Rotary Connection,
Stereo Dub,
The Misunderstood,
Wolf Eyes,
Sonic Youth,
Eric Dolphy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Toni Rubio,
The Grass Roots,
Circle Jerks,
Letta Mbulu,
Yellowson,
Shuggie Otis,
Fugazi,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
CMW,
In Retrospect,
Erykah Badu,
Lalann,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.