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 Rwanda and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum 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 Absolute Body Control to the rock 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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb 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 Standells,
Marmalade,
This Heat,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Thee Headcoats,
Eric Copeland,
Scott Walker,
Aaron Thompson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Associates,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Schoolly D,
the Sonics,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Oneida,
The Durutti Column,
Porter Ricks,
The Fortunes,
Isaac Hayes,
MDC,
Yellowson,
Khruangbin,
The Raincoats,
UT,
the Slits,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Joy Division,
Jacob Miller,
Black Sheep,
Organ,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Stockholm Monsters,
Harpers Bizarre,
Quadrant,
The Doobie Brothers,
Second Layer,
Ituana,
Youth Brigade,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Robert Görl,
The Star Department,
Anakelly,
Black Bananas,
Negative Approach,
Dave Gahan,
Rod Modell,
Aloha Tigers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jerry's Kids,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Roger Hodgson,
Roy Ayers,
Blancmange,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Zapp,
Model 500,
Severed Heads,
The Real Kids,
Traffic Nightmare,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.