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 Gambia and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ronnie Foster to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Rufus Thomas,
Adolescents,
The Electric Prunes,
Stetsasonic,
Gong,
Gabor Szabo,
Supertramp,
The Slits,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Count Five,
Minny Pops,
Funkadelic,
The Busters,
James White and The Blacks,
Bauhaus,
Basic Channel,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Grass Roots,
Gang Starr,
Rites of Spring,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gang of Four,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sandy B,
Soft Cell,
MDC,
Bobby Byrd,
Mandrill,
Flash Fearless,
The Blackbyrds,
Freddie Wadling,
Ice-T,
Section 25,
Magma,
D'Angelo,
The Trojans,
The Pretty Things,
Robert Wyatt,
Arcadia,
Metal Thangz,
These Immortal Souls,
Public Enemy,
Ken Boothe,
Black Pus,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sister Nancy,
Matthew Halsall,
Ultra Naté,
Can,
X-101,
Eve St. Jones,
the Human League,
China Crisis,
Bronski Beat,
Roxette,
Avey Tare,
Quadrant,
Make Up,
Index,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.