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 Croatia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish 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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ice-T,
Aswad,
Lalann,
Tom Boy,
Clear Light,
T.S.O.L.,
Moss Icon,
Joy Division,
Jeff Mills,
Kas Product,
Popol Vuh,
Bill Wells,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kayak,
The Doobie Brothers,
Excepter,
Minnie Riperton,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Pretty Things,
Man Parrish,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bob Dylan,
Niagra,
Monks,
Dawn Penn,
The Cure,
Chris Corsano,
The Evens,
Severed Heads,
Urselle,
Patti Smith,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Angels of Light,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Roxy Music,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Martian,
The Human League,
Scrapy,
Adolescents,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Slick Rick,
Audionom,
X-Ray Spex,
Public Image Ltd.,
Aloha Tigers,
Panda Bear,
The Dirtbombs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Chrome,
Pulsallama,
The Walker Brothers,
Joyce Sims,
Eric Copeland,
Au Pairs,
The Searchers,
Visage,
Tears for Fears,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.