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 Dominica and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the sitar 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 Fatback Band to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Terry Callier,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Magma,
Frankie Knuckles,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Niagra,
Kurtis Blow,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Q and Not U,
Sixth Finger,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
John Lydon,
Masters at Work,
Minnie Riperton,
The United States of America,
Cybotron,
John Cale,
Black Bananas,
Jawbox,
Avey Tare,
Godley & Creme,
OOIOO,
Yaz,
Buzzcocks,
the Germs,
The Busters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Barbara Tucker,
Ponytail,
Blake Baxter,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lou Reed,
Camberwell Now,
Pet Shop Boys,
Thee Headcoats,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jacob Miller,
Arcadia,
Bobby Sherman,
The Monks,
Circle Jerks,
Archie Shepp,
EPMD,
Aural Exciters,
The Dead C,
The Flesh Eaters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cameo,
Eric Copeland,
Grey Daturas,
Sam Rivers,
The Move,
Hot Snakes,
the Human League,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bill Near,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.