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 Samoa and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 One Last Wish to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears 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 theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
X-101,
Anthony Braxton,
Harmonia,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Icehouse,
Monks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ken Boothe,
Minnie Riperton,
One Last Wish,
EPMD,
Donny Hathaway,
Kas Product,
David Axelrod,
Delon & Dalcan,
Minor Threat,
Black Sheep,
The Fugs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The United States of America,
Flamin' Groovies,
Supertramp,
Radio Birdman,
Country Teasers,
The J.B.'s,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Leaves,
The Velvet Underground,
Smog,
Make Up,
The Saints,
Scott Walker,
Howard Jones,
The Monks,
Liliput,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
New Age Steppers,
Marvin Gaye,
Monolake,
the Swans,
The Dirtbombs,
Franke,
Fela Kuti,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ornette Coleman,
MC5,
Deakin,
Sight & Sound,
Spoonie Gee,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Swans,
Reagan Youth,
Gang Green,
The Monochrome Set,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Peter and Kerry,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Charles Mingus,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.