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 East Timor and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Magazine to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cameo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Roy Ayers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Depeche Mode,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eric Copeland,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lalann,
Howard Jones,
Suicide,
Lower 48,
New York Dolls,
Lalo Schifrin,
Excepter,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Intrusion,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cymande,
Ponytail,
Kurtis Blow,
Au Pairs,
The Dirtbombs,
Clear Light,
Joe Finger,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Wake,
Grey Daturas,
Drive Like Jehu,
a-ha,
Bang On A Can,
Janne Schatter,
The Slackers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Residents,
Bill Near,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sight & Sound,
The Monochrome Set,
Archie Shepp,
Angry Samoans,
The Birthday Party,
DNA,
The Searchers,
Jeff Lynne,
The Fall,
Boz Scaggs,
Todd Terry,
Black Bananas,
10cc,
The Invisible,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Selecter,
Gong,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.