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 Switzerland and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Barbara Tucker to the disco 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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Rites of Spring,
Monks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
R.M.O.,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sällskapet,
Suburban Knight,
Parry Music,
Stockholm Monsters,
Soft Cell,
DNA,
Amon Düül,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bill Near,
The Gories,
Aural Exciters,
Brick,
Minor Threat,
E-Dancer,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The J.B.'s,
The Shadows of Knight,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tres Demented,
The Selecter,
David Bowie,
Alton Ellis,
Drexciya,
EPMD,
Lightning Bolt,
Swell Maps,
Kaleidoscope,
Flamin' Groovies,
Theoretical Girls,
Rod Modell,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Invisible,
The Busters,
Fat Boys,
The Tremeloes,
Porter Ricks,
Susan Cadogan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Juan Atkins,
The Fortunes,
The Knickerbockers,
Dave Gahan,
Alphaville,
cv313,
Groovy Waters,
Ultra Naté,
The Doors,
Henry Cow,
Spandau Ballet,
Peter & Gordon,
Jerry's Kids,
Howard Jones,
Joensuu 1685,
Public Image Ltd.,
Joe Smooth,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.