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 Congo and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Marmalade to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Gastr Del Sol,
Leonard Cohen,
Blancmange,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jeru the Damaja,
Alton Ellis,
Lakeside,
Gregory Isaacs,
Soulsonic Force,
Henry Cow,
Royal Trux,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Warren Ellis,
Quantec,
Nils Olav,
Peter and Kerry,
Liliput,
Little Man,
Lungfish,
Grey Daturas,
Niagra,
Marmalade,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Zapp,
The Star Department,
The Modern Lovers,
Steve Hackett,
L. Decosne,
Talk Talk,
Oneida,
Drexciya,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rosa Yemen,
Y Pants,
The Trojans,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lee Hazlewood,
ABC,
Radio Birdman,
Reuben Wilson,
Nas,
Guru Guru,
Mission of Burma,
The Fuzztones,
Ohio Players,
Rufus Thomas,
Wings,
Lightning Bolt,
Joey Negro,
Arab on Radar,
Junior Murvin,
Prince Buster,
Barrington Levy,
The Cramps,
Fela Kuti,
Panda Bear,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful 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.