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 Brunei and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Wings to the dance 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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Heaven 17,
AZ,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fear,
Anthony Braxton,
Connie Case,
Barry Ungar,
Bill Wells,
Ultravox,
The Toasters,
Echospace,
Bob Dylan,
The Buckinghams,
Grandmaster Flash,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gong,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eddi Front,
Tears for Fears,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Yaz,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
This Heat,
Lyres,
Q65,
the Germs,
The Count Five,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Second Layer,
Spoonie Gee,
The Move,
Guru Guru,
In Retrospect,
Essential Logic,
Juan Atkins,
The Residents,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Misunderstood,
Monolake,
Stetsasonic,
Ornette Coleman,
Marshall Jefferson,
H. Thieme,
Moby Grape,
Carl Craig,
Fluxion,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Groovy Waters,
Tomorrow,
The Last Poets,
Mantronix,
Pantytec,
The Grass Roots,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pussy Galore,
Maleditus Sound,
Skaos,
Icehouse,
Derrick May,
Michelle Simonal,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.