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 Equatorial Guinea and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 guitar 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 a-ha to the electroclash 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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Chrome,
Loose Ends,
The Leaves,
Bauhaus,
Funkadelic,
B.T. Express,
K-Klass,
Gabor Szabo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rosa Yemen,
Fad Gadget,
UT,
The Dirtbombs,
ABBA,
Rites of Spring,
Radiopuhelimet,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
David Bowie,
Sound Behaviour,
Ronan,
The Human League,
Skriet,
Altered Images,
Electric Prunes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Malaria!,
Moebius,
Ten City,
Mars,
Tom Boy,
Whodini,
Robert Hood,
Albert Ayler,
Bootsy Collins,
Rotary Connection,
Rufus Thomas,
Sam Rivers,
Crime,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Franke,
Los Fastidios,
Grey Daturas,
Make Up,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Au Pairs,
Lou Christie,
The Raincoats,
World's Most,
The Mummies,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Parry Music,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scan 7,
Dawn Penn,
New Order,
Bill Near,
Gastr Del Sol,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.