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 Lebanon and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 FM Einheit to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
KRS-One,
Shoche,
Fad Gadget,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Avey Tare,
Outsiders,
The Divine Comedy,
Spandau Ballet,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Malaria!,
A Certain Ratio,
Jeff Mills,
Public Image Ltd.,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Smog,
a-ha,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Technova,
Throbbing Gristle,
Brothers Johnson,
Audionom,
B.T. Express,
The Slits,
Television Personalities,
Freddie Wadling,
The Monks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Oblivians,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Neon Judgement,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Maurizio,
Gang Starr,
Ornette Coleman,
Davy DMX,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Masters at Work,
The Wake,
The Red Krayola,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Offenders,
The Martian,
Stiv Bators,
Scott Walker,
Pussy Galore,
The Searchers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Black Sheep,
Kaleidoscope,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Misunderstood,
Eurythmics,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jeff Lynne,
Connie Case,
Moebius,
The Grass Roots,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Deadbeat,
Kerrie Biddell,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.