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 Macedonia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 oboe 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 Blake Baxter to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Blake Baxter,
Harry Pussy,
Ituana,
Newcleus,
the Normal,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Siglo XX,
Boredoms,
Interpol,
The Velvet Underground,
The New Christs,
Clear Light,
Goldenarms,
Reagan Youth,
Wasted Youth,
Camberwell Now,
Stereo Dub,
Moss Icon,
Lightning Bolt,
Derrick Morgan,
Gang Green,
Althea and Donna,
Mantronix,
Connie Case,
Adolescents,
Essential Logic,
Second Layer,
Robert Hood,
Grauzone,
Gastr Del Sol,
Con Funk Shun,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Peter and Kerry,
Radiopuhelimet,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Slits,
One Last Wish,
Bronski Beat,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Deadbeat,
Flipper,
The J.B.'s,
Avey Tare,
Danielle Patucci,
Das Ding,
Kas Product,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Masters at Work,
Theoretical Girls,
Ultravox,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Angry Samoans,
Erykah Badu,
The Cowsills,
Swell Maps,
Eurythmics,
Judy Mowatt,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eric Copeland,
Alphaville,
Reuben Wilson,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.