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 New Zealand and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 synthesizer 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 Depeche Mode to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Stooges. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Icehouse,
Zapp,
Mad Mike,
LL Cool J,
Desert Stars,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scott Walker,
Audionom,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Flash Fearless,
Man Eating Sloth,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Basic Channel,
Massinfluence,
The Residents,
Steve Hackett,
Dennis Brown,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sarah Menescal,
Fat Boys,
Byron Stingily,
The Red Krayola,
Popol Vuh,
Todd Terry,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lungfish,
Porter Ricks,
The Angels of Light,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Victims,
kango's stein massive,
Neil Young,
Sister Nancy,
Delta 5,
Animal Collective,
Faust,
Slick Rick,
Kas Product,
Donny Hathaway,
Matthew Halsall,
Loose Ends,
The Detroit Cobras,
John Coltrane,
Matthew Bourne,
Grey Daturas,
Nico,
Radiohead,
Reuben Wilson,
The Busters,
Althea and Donna,
Intrusion,
Gregory Isaacs,
Connie Case,
8 Eyed Spy,
Albert Ayler,
The Black Dice,
The Selecter,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.