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 Indonesia and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the rap 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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
China Crisis,
One Last Wish,
Sex Pistols,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Traffic Nightmare,
A Flock of Seagulls,
X-102,
Gang Green,
The Mojo Men,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rufus Thomas,
Motorama,
the Association,
Das Ding,
Stereo Dub,
The Invisible,
The Names,
Scientists,
Dawn Penn,
Adolescents,
Howard Jones,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Boz Scaggs,
Tommy Roe,
The Trojans,
UT,
Black Moon,
Wings,
Banda Bassotti,
John Foxx,
Todd Rundgren,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Shoche,
Boredoms,
Kurtis Blow,
Underground Resistance,
Joy Division,
Man Parrish,
Accadde A,
H. Thieme,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mission of Burma,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Soft Cell,
Khruangbin,
Lalann,
Faust,
Yusef Lateef,
Pole,
Joyce Sims,
Warsaw,
Kerrie Biddell,
Thompson Twins,
Don Cherry,
T.S.O.L.,
Half Japanese,
The Pretty Things,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.