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 Tonga and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
June Days,
Todd Rundgren,
The Velvet Underground,
Lyres,
The J.B.'s,
Faraquet,
Drive Like Jehu,
Aloha Tigers,
Wire,
Bobby Byrd,
Joe Smooth,
the Human League,
Moebius,
Absolute Body Control,
Q65,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
New York Dolls,
Mo-Dettes,
Kurtis Blow,
Junior Murvin,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Arab on Radar,
The Beau Brummels,
E-Dancer,
Iggy Pop,
Marshall Jefferson,
Warren Ellis,
The Fuzztones,
Electric Prunes,
The Dirtbombs,
Ornette Coleman,
New Order,
Deakin,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fad Gadget,
The Litter,
Blake Baxter,
Todd Terry,
James White and The Blacks,
The Knickerbockers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Country Teasers,
The Seeds,
Swans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Basic Channel,
D'Angelo,
Whodini,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Fortunes,
The Durutti Column,
Throbbing Gristle,
Derrick May,
Talk Talk,
John Lydon,
The Black Dice,
Byron Stingily,
The Raincoats,
The Neon Judgement,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.