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 Vanuatu and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Michael McDonald 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 Joe Finger to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Television Personalities,
Nation of Ulysses,
Whodini,
Gang of Four,
Circle Jerks,
Isaac Hayes,
Supertramp,
the Soft Cell,
Icehouse,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Aaron Thompson,
Donald Byrd,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Music Machine,
Von Mondo,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Moleskins,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Tremeloes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Average White Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Saccharine Trust,
The Divine Comedy,
Robert Wyatt,
Soul II Soul,
DNA,
Ultra Naté,
Hashim,
Agitation Free,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ronan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Stiv Bators,
Ultravox,
Faust,
The Five Americans,
Sight & Sound,
Rapeman,
X-Ray Spex,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rakim,
Fad Gadget,
Albert Ayler,
Eli Mardock,
Terry Callier,
Organ,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Josef K,
Yaz,
Minnie Riperton,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pagans,
Yusef Lateef,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.