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 Peru and from Taipei.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Howard Jones to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Zeros,
Steve Hackett,
Ice-T,
Michelle Simonal,
Erykah Badu,
Kaleidoscope,
Lower 48,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Suburban Knight,
Erasure,
The Blackbyrds,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eric Dolphy,
Hashim,
Quadrant,
Dark Day,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Anakelly,
The Happenings,
Todd Terry,
The Star Department,
Young Marble Giants,
John Foxx,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scott Walker,
Judy Mowatt,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tommy Roe,
F. McDonald,
the Normal,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tim Buckley,
The Remains,
Lalann,
Technova,
the Soft Cell,
Ten City,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Max Romeo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Second Layer,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Man Parrish,
Outsiders,
Joe Finger,
Massinfluence,
La Düsseldorf,
Bluetip,
Eve St. Jones,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Unrelated Segments,
Siglo XX,
The Slits,
Basic Channel,
DNA,
Shoche,
The Sound,
Leonard Cohen,
The Blues Magoos,
John Holt,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.