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 Venezuela and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Kerrie Biddell to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
K-Klass,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nirvana,
The Dirtbombs,
Q65,
Boredoms,
MC5,
In Retrospect,
Wally Richardson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Schoolly D,
Adolescents,
the Sonics,
Funky Four + One,
Tubeway Army,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mo-Dettes,
Black Bananas,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tomorrow,
The Gap Band,
Motorama,
Junior Murvin,
U.S. Maple,
Technova,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mr. Review,
Interpol,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tim Buckley,
Cymande,
Donny Hathaway,
Marine Girls,
Scion,
Oneida,
Shoche,
Radiohead,
Lucky Dragons,
Unrelated Segments,
The Leaves,
Gabor Szabo,
Jeff Mills,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Colin Newman,
Johnny Clarke,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Drive Like Jehu,
MDC,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Robert Hood,
Babytalk,
The Selecter,
Man Parrish,
Matthew Bourne,
X-102,
Kevin Saunderson,
Terry Callier,
Subhumans,
The Cure,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.