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 Colombia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 Salvador and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin 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 The Doors to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stockholm Monsters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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 Evens,
The Toasters,
the Germs,
Junior Murvin,
Gabor Szabo,
Panda Bear,
Japan,
the Association,
Von Mondo,
Ronan,
Marmalade,
The Real Kids,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
One Last Wish,
Joe Smooth,
The Music Machine,
Schoolly D,
John Foxx,
The Fall,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gerry Rafferty,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
K-Klass,
The Birthday Party,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ice-T,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Star Department,
Juan Atkins,
Can,
Boz Scaggs,
Bronski Beat,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Pretty Things,
Arcadia,
Sixth Finger,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Interpol,
the Slits,
Hasil Adkins,
Max Romeo,
Kaleidoscope,
Peter & Gordon,
Jerry's Kids,
Bauhaus,
Pussy Galore,
Oneida,
The Electric Prunes,
Severed Heads,
Reagan Youth,
Nas,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jawbox,
Masters at Work,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Franke,
Mantronix,
The Smoke,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.