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 Angola and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 rhodes 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 Alphaville 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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Porter Ricks,
X-102,
The Gladiators,
Fad Gadget,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Funky Four + One,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tres Demented,
The Angels of Light,
E-Dancer,
The Misunderstood,
Section 25,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Donny Hathaway,
Tom Boy,
Wings,
Pulsallama,
The Techniques,
Soulsonic Force,
Kerri Chandler,
Kenny Larkin,
Sound Behaviour,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Franke,
Connie Case,
Sixth Finger,
Gregory Isaacs,
Chris & Cosey,
the Association,
The Saints,
Tears for Fears,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Camouflage,
Kerrie Biddell,
Roxette,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Wolf Eyes,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Seeds,
Barbara Tucker,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Neu!,
The Moleskins,
Maurizio,
The Dead C,
MC5,
Soft Machine,
Supertramp,
Ten City,
Youth Brigade,
Man Parrish,
The Gun Club,
Newcleus,
Glambeats Corp.,
Faust,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.