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 Thailand and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Wings,
Newcleus,
The Happenings,
Jimmy McGriff,
Das Ding,
Barry Ungar,
Model 500,
The Angels of Light,
John Holt,
Fatback Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bobby Sherman,
Danielle Patucci,
La Düsseldorf,
Hasil Adkins,
Grauzone,
The Zeros,
Vainqueur,
Lindisfarne,
Unrelated Segments,
Albert Ayler,
Isaac Hayes,
Pantytec,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Moleskins,
Lalo Schifrin,
Talk Talk,
Nils Olav,
Metal Thangz,
The Litter,
The Busters,
Von Mondo,
World's Most,
June of 44,
The Fuzztones,
Electric Prunes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Smiths,
Y Pants,
Wolf Eyes,
David Axelrod,
The Fortunes,
Pulsallama,
Sight & Sound,
Ponytail,
Moebius,
Youth Brigade,
Groovy Waters,
Derrick May,
DNA,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Swans,
Khruangbin,
Jacques Brel,
Television,
The Sonics,
Mars,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.