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 Kyrgyzstan and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Peter & Gordon to the crunk 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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Lucky Dragons,
Ten City,
Alphaville,
Aural Exciters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pulsallama,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Depeche Mode,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Barclay James Harvest,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Colin Newman,
Severed Heads,
Dennis Brown,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Dirtbombs,
Bill Wells,
Scrapy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Yellowson,
The Golliwogs,
Simply Red,
Massinfluence,
Harry Pussy,
Don Cherry,
Joy Division,
Soul II Soul,
Skaos,
Tropical Tobacco,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Young Rascals,
Mark Hollis,
Blancmange,
the Slits,
June of 44,
Babytalk,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Von Mondo,
Zero Boys,
Half Japanese,
FM Einheit,
Con Funk Shun,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ronan,
Sixth Finger,
Peter & Gordon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Grey Daturas,
Ituana,
The Shadows of Knight,
DJ Style,
Clear Light,
PIL,
Joey Negro,
Aloha Tigers,
Popol Vuh,
Masters at Work,
Magma,
Prince Buster,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.