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 Korea North and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Saints to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Procol Harum,
Marcia Griffiths,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Alice Coltrane,
Motorama,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Oblivians,
the Bar-Kays,
Audionom,
Goldenarms,
The Trojans,
Fat Boys,
Sällskapet,
Animal Collective,
Suburban Knight,
Panda Bear,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
A Certain Ratio,
Jimmy McGriff,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Essential Logic,
Pantytec,
Tears for Fears,
Fluxion,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Popol Vuh,
Mandrill,
the Normal,
a-ha,
Robert Hood,
The Moody Blues,
Fatback Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Skarface,
The Zeros,
Sexual Harrassment,
Aswad,
Lyres,
Michelle Simonal,
Interpol,
Loose Ends,
The Wake,
Newcleus,
Ken Boothe,
Blake Baxter,
Mr. Review,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Boredoms,
Sound Behaviour,
Patti Smith,
David McCallum,
Lucky Dragons,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Underground Resistance,
Angry Samoans,
Wally Richardson,
Black Sheep,
Fela Kuti,
Eric Dolphy,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.