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 Senegal and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Johannesburg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 the Swans to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Kerri Chandler,
The J.B.'s,
Index,
Scion,
Minnie Riperton,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Grass Roots,
Patti Smith,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ludus,
Barbara Tucker,
Dorothy Ashby,
Quantec,
The Pop Group,
The Monks,
Jeff Lynne,
Subhumans,
Crash Course in Science,
48th St. Collective,
A Certain Ratio,
Lee Hazlewood,
Agent Orange,
LL Cool J,
T.S.O.L.,
The Velvet Underground,
Junior Murvin,
The Birthday Party,
Cal Tjader,
The Barracudas,
China Crisis,
Icehouse,
JFA,
The Black Dice,
ABBA,
Freddie Wadling,
Mantronix,
The Cowsills,
Soulsonic Force,
The Mojo Men,
Panda Bear,
Piero Umiliani,
Fugazi,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wasted Youth,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dennis Brown,
Sound Behaviour,
Q65,
Marine Girls,
Rosa Yemen,
Wire,
The Fortunes,
Theoretical Girls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Metal Thangz,
Toni Rubio,
The Move,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Count Five,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.