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 Mali and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Robert Palmer 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 Skaos to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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 Barracudas,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marvin Gaye,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Little Man,
Leonard Cohen,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
In Retrospect,
Thompson Twins,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Morten Harket,
Chrome,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Toni Rubio,
Easy Going,
The J.B.'s,
Joey Negro,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tubeway Army,
Essential Logic,
The Golliwogs,
David Bowie,
Barbara Tucker,
Gang Starr,
The Kinks,
Index,
Sight & Sound,
Animal Collective,
Lucky Dragons,
The Invisible,
The Moody Blues,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Patti Smith,
Charles Mingus,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mandrill,
Buzzcocks,
The Techniques,
Gang Gang Dance,
Matthew Bourne,
AZ,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bad Manners,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Crash Course in Science,
LL Cool J,
Moss Icon,
Michelle Simonal,
Monks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kenny Larkin,
Kool Moe Dee,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lee Hazlewood,
Soulsonic Force,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.