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 Lithuania and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Heaven 17 to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Fluxion,
Letta Mbulu,
Terry Callier,
Hoover,
Visage,
Rapeman,
the Human League,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Animal Collective,
The Wake,
Spandau Ballet,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Moody Blues,
Kaleidoscope,
Byron Stingily,
Jesper Dahlback,
Boz Scaggs,
Amon Düül,
Neu!,
Sun Ra,
Pylon,
Pere Ubu,
Siglo XX,
T. Rex,
Gong,
Robert Görl,
The Beau Brummels,
Jimmy McGriff,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gang Gang Dance,
Suicide,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Delta 5,
Bobby Womack,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ultravox,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Germs,
Grauzone,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Easy Going,
Electric Prunes,
Joyce Sims,
Rotary Connection,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Zeros,
Juan Atkins,
Sugar Minott,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ossler,
Smog,
Loose Ends,
Michelle Simonal,
DJ Style,
Flipper,
Organ,
Joe Smooth,
Connie Case,
Young Marble Giants,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.