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 Saudi Arabia and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare 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 Ohio Players to the disco 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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Scott Walker,
Yellowson,
Colin Newman,
Tomorrow,
Tears for Fears,
Grandmaster Flash,
Althea and Donna,
Silicon Teens,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Warsaw,
Amon Düül II,
Country Joe & The Fish,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Idris Muhammad,
The Count Five,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
DJ Style,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rapeman,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Searchers,
Second Layer,
The Evens,
Black Flag,
The Walker Brothers,
Urselle,
Livin' Joy,
The Raincoats,
Kevin Saunderson,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Last Poets,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Heaven 17,
MDC,
Roy Ayers,
Jawbox,
Parry Music,
T.S.O.L.,
Malaria!,
Erasure,
Pylon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Yaz,
Spoonie Gee,
Jesper Dahlback,
Echospace,
FM Einheit,
Mark Hollis,
The Move,
Steve Hackett,
Skaos,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Basic Channel,
Eric Dolphy,
The Real Kids,
Lucky Dragons,
These Immortal Souls,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.