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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Eli Mardock to the grunge 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Gastr Del Sol,
Byron Stingily,
The Vogues,
Essential Logic,
Robert Wyatt,
Rakim,
Wire,
Roxette,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Associates,
The American Breed,
The Barracudas,
Monks,
Desert Stars,
Bobby Byrd,
Metal Thangz,
Bill Near,
The Index,
Boredoms,
Nik Kershaw,
Funkadelic,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Freddie Wadling,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Grauzone,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Soft Cell,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Echospace,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Minnie Riperton,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sister Nancy,
Soft Machine,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Henry Cow,
The Count Five,
The Golliwogs,
Jeff Lynne,
Scrapy,
Nico,
Barbara Tucker,
DJ Style,
Joyce Sims,
Kerri Chandler,
Vladislav Delay,
Mars,
Unrelated Segments,
Niagra,
Quadrant,
Gabor Szabo,
Porter Ricks,
The Cramps,
Adolescents,
Brand Nubian,
Al Stewart,
Roger Hodgson,
Arab on Radar,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cymande,
Ponytail,
Silicon Teens,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.