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 Mongolia and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
The Velvet Underground,
The Gap Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Smoke,
Gerry Rafferty,
Shoche,
June of 44,
Deakin,
Ten City,
Eddi Front,
Freddie Wadling,
Audionom,
The Real Kids,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eurythmics,
Quantec,
Harmonia,
Qualms,
Cecil Taylor,
Laurel Aitken,
The Sound,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Flash Fearless,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sexual Harrassment,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Young Rascals,
Glambeats Corp.,
Joensuu 1685,
Johnny Clarke,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Hardrive,
Matthew Bourne,
The Zeros,
Amazonics,
ABC,
Newcleus,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Sonics,
Bluetip,
Pulsallama,
Cheater Slicks,
Thompson Twins,
The Doobie Brothers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tubeway Army,
Nik Kershaw,
Hoover,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Move,
Grauzone,
Tommy Roe,
Clear Light,
cv313,
Donny Hathaway,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.