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 Ghana and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 spring reverb 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 Iggy Pop to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment 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 rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Bobby Womack,
Hot Snakes,
D'Angelo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rufus Thomas,
Camberwell Now,
John Coltrane,
Eric Dolphy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Average White Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Stooges,
Monolake,
The Birthday Party,
The Modern Lovers,
The Index,
Black Sheep,
Guru Guru,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Toni Rubio,
The Misunderstood,
Gong,
MDC,
Michelle Simonal,
Stiv Bators,
Ossler,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cheater Slicks,
The Monks,
Malaria!,
CMW,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Urselle,
Spandau Ballet,
the Association,
Mantronix,
Unwound,
Moss Icon,
The Golliwogs,
Max Romeo,
Dark Day,
Connie Case,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The New Christs,
The Dead C,
Glenn Branca,
New Age Steppers,
Derrick Morgan,
Animal Collective,
OOIOO,
The Electric Prunes,
the Human League,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cecil Taylor,
The Fuzztones,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Doors,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.