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 Marshall Islands 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Agent Orange to the crunk 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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Rekid,
Deakin,
Warsaw,
Sexual Harrassment,
10cc,
Matthew Bourne,
Lee Hazlewood,
In Retrospect,
Dave Gahan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Crooked Eye,
The Invisible,
Tres Demented,
Ossler,
Gang of Four,
Moss Icon,
The Kinks,
Lower 48,
Unwound,
Reuben Wilson,
Bill Near,
Whodini,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lyres,
Scott Walker,
Fear,
The Leaves,
Yazoo,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Doors,
Steve Hackett,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Gories,
Clear Light,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bad Manners,
Joensuu 1685,
Scion,
Colin Newman,
Hoover,
T. Rex,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nirvana,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Black Bananas,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Talk Talk,
Radiopuhelimet,
Traffic Nightmare,
Panda Bear,
Prince Buster,
Scrapy,
Pylon,
The Skatalites,
Severed Heads,
Soulsonic Force,
Graham Central Station,
Boz Scaggs,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.