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 Serbia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 theremin 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 CMW to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Eric Copeland,
The Index,
Von Mondo,
The Count Five,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Absolute Body Control,
Terry Callier,
The Kinks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Sonics,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Roxy Music,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Funky Four + One,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Procol Harum,
Ossler,
Moss Icon,
Laurel Aitken,
Unrelated Segments,
Frankie Knuckles,
Harry Pussy,
Bobby Womack,
Aswad,
Jeff Mills,
The Offenders,
H. Thieme,
The Skatalites,
Bang On A Can,
Dual Sessions,
Moebius,
The Barracudas,
Alison Limerick,
A Certain Ratio,
The Evens,
The Leaves,
Aural Exciters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Malaria!,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Simply Red,
Television,
Eli Mardock,
Rakim,
Agitation Free,
Gang Green,
Anakelly,
The Red Krayola,
Fad Gadget,
Roger Hodgson,
Nik Kershaw,
The Five Americans,
X-101,
Organ,
John Foxx,
Jeff Lynne,
Underground Resistance,
The Sonics,
Accadde A,
The Durutti Column,
Hasil Adkins,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.