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 Afghanistan and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 theremin 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 Underground Resistance to the grunge 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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
The Birthday Party,
the Soft Cell,
Severed Heads,
John Cale,
Bluetip,
Bizarre Inc.,
Thee Headcoats,
The Smoke,
Outsiders,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marine Girls,
Glenn Branca,
The Techniques,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Slick Rick,
Nirvana,
Howard Jones,
John Coltrane,
The Electric Prunes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Gladiators,
Unwound,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lindisfarne,
Kerri Chandler,
The Dirtbombs,
Model 500,
ABBA,
Simply Red,
The American Breed,
Sarah Menescal,
Rites of Spring,
Marc Almond,
Dawn Penn,
Joy Division,
Suicide,
Index,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Toni Rubio,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ten City,
Charles Mingus,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sight & Sound,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Roxette,
MC5,
Mary Jane Girls,
Radiopuhelimet,
Oblivians,
Pierre Henry,
Quando Quango,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bill Near,
Dave Gahan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Absolute Body Control,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.