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 Iran and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 spring reverb 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 June of 44 to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Quantec,
Colin Newman,
Max Romeo,
Kas Product,
The Fuzztones,
Archie Shepp,
Deepchord,
Sixth Finger,
Nico,
Soul II Soul,
Black Flag,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Roxette,
The Birthday Party,
K-Klass,
The Toasters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Avey Tare,
Banda Bassotti,
Pagans,
Bill Wells,
Absolute Body Control,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Happenings,
MC5,
UT,
Underground Resistance,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tears for Fears,
Skaos,
The Motions,
Throbbing Gristle,
Accadde A,
Man Parrish,
Cal Tjader,
Rites of Spring,
kango's stein massive,
In Retrospect,
Clear Light,
Chris & Cosey,
Simply Red,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Supertramp,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Can,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Moody Blues,
Kurtis Blow,
Roy Ayers,
Magazine,
Pulsallama,
Funky Four + One,
The Busters,
Rotary Connection,
Althea and Donna,
The Searchers,
JFA,
Au Pairs,
Urselle,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.