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 New Zealand and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Houston.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Wings to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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 Pop Group,
Jeff Lynne,
Lindisfarne,
Albert Ayler,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rites of Spring,
Kas Product,
Lou Reed,
Bizarre Inc.,
Essential Logic,
Joey Negro,
Gang Green,
The Associates,
Michelle Simonal,
Siglo XX,
The Skatalites,
Yazoo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Funkadelic,
The Techniques,
Todd Rundgren,
Niagra,
In Retrospect,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
a-ha,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Warsaw,
Icehouse,
Dead Boys,
The Star Department,
Panda Bear,
Wasted Youth,
Barrington Levy,
Cymande,
Bobby Womack,
Avey Tare,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Camberwell Now,
The Smoke,
Big Daddy Kane,
Steve Hackett,
The New Christs,
Echospace,
Livin' Joy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sparks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cal Tjader,
Matthew Halsall,
Magma,
Lyres,
Isaac Hayes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Interpol,
Tubeway Army,
Moss Icon,
Ice-T,
The Cosmic Jokers,
These Immortal Souls,
Franke,
Lakeside,
Unrelated Segments,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.