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 Ecuador and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 synthesizer 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 Country Joe & The Fish 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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sly & The Family Stone,
China Crisis,
Sparks,
Banda Bassotti,
The Martian,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Section 25,
Aural Exciters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Gap Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Cowsills,
The Detroit Cobras,
Henry Cow,
Eli Mardock,
UT,
Pere Ubu,
Lucky Dragons,
Whodini,
New Order,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Gories,
Throbbing Gristle,
Television Personalities,
The Real Kids,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Velvet Underground,
Agent Orange,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Khruangbin,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Minnie Riperton,
Lou Reed,
Ralphi Rosario,
FM Einheit,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Oblivians,
Lalann,
Joe Finger,
The Birthday Party,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
John Foxx,
Half Japanese,
The Dave Clark Five,
Carl Craig,
Cymande,
Lower 48,
F. McDonald,
The Busters,
Quantec,
Jacob Miller,
Black Pus,
Rosa Yemen,
Grey Daturas,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rod Modell,
Lyres,
Leonard Cohen,
Amazonics,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.