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 Jordan and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Beijing.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Crispian St. Peters to the disco 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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Quantec,
Robert Hood,
The Searchers,
Amazonics,
Radiopuhelimet,
Arcadia,
DNA,
The Techniques,
The Skatalites,
Sam Rivers,
OOIOO,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The United States of America,
The Misunderstood,
Warren Ellis,
Jesper Dahlback,
Minny Pops,
Sun City Girls,
Rhythm & Sound,
Icehouse,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Traffic Nightmare,
James White and The Blacks,
The Blues Magoos,
The Neon Judgement,
Scion,
The Five Americans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Stereo Dub,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Walker Brothers,
DJ Sneak,
The Standells,
the Bar-Kays,
K-Klass,
Fatback Band,
The Busters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Funkadelic,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ultra Naté,
Moss Icon,
The Slits,
KRS-One,
Dark Day,
Grey Daturas,
Jeff Lynne,
Hoover,
Silicon Teens,
Pantytec,
Ice-T,
Peter & Gordon,
Boredoms,
Bizarre Inc.,
Scan 7,
Ohio Players,
10cc,
Section 25,
Junior Murvin,
Urselle,
The Residents,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.