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 Netherlands and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 linndrum 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 Robert Görl to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ronan,
Joyce Sims,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Happenings,
Brand Nubian,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Saints,
the Human League,
Fugazi,
Josef K,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
This Heat,
Fear,
The Kinks,
Bronski Beat,
Leonard Cohen,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Black Pus,
Depeche Mode,
Cal Tjader,
Reuben Wilson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Siglo XX,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ornette Coleman,
Todd Terry,
Jandek,
Unrelated Segments,
Flamin' Groovies,
Icehouse,
Pole,
Roy Ayers,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Buckinghams,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bizarre Inc.,
Derrick May,
Tears for Fears,
Unwound,
Wire,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
X-101,
Cybotron,
Skarface,
Aswad,
Massinfluence,
A Flock of Seagulls,
John Foxx,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Brass Construction,
A Certain Ratio,
Bluetip,
Clear Light,
Gong,
Sunsets and Hearts,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sarah Menescal,
Agent Orange,
Robert Wyatt,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.