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 Dominican Republic and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Wasted Youth to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Roxy Music,
The Evens,
Morten Harket,
Neil Young,
Amon Düül,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Names,
Main Source,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Y Pants,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Peter & Gordon,
Rapeman,
Television,
Royal Trux,
Sixth Finger,
Drive Like Jehu,
Janne Schatter,
Vainqueur,
Chris & Cosey,
Supertramp,
Minny Pops,
Animal Collective,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Procol Harum,
LL Cool J,
Suicide,
The Human League,
Amon Düül II,
Brass Construction,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dawn Penn,
Lightning Bolt,
T. Rex,
Qualms,
the Swans,
Peter and Kerry,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Vogues,
Joe Smooth,
Quando Quango,
Gang Green,
Harmonia,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mars,
The Monochrome Set,
Howard Jones,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Move,
The Remains,
Inner City,
World's Most,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.