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 Mauritius and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 organ 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 H. Thieme to the punk 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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jacques Brel,
Stockholm Monsters,
Vladislav Delay,
Arcadia,
Gong,
Sugar Minott,
Zapp,
Crooked Eye,
The Birthday Party,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Mummies,
New York Dolls,
Moebius,
Faust,
The Slackers,
Metal Thangz,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Steve Hackett,
Carl Craig,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Barracudas,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Grey Daturas,
Joe Smooth,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mad Mike,
Vainqueur,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Alphaville,
The Doobie Brothers,
John Coltrane,
The Martian,
Hasil Adkins,
The Victims,
Groovy Waters,
Stiv Bators,
David Axelrod,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Minor Threat,
Bill Near,
Index,
Eyeless In Gaza,
X-102,
Q65,
The Dave Clark Five,
Andrew Hill,
ABC,
The Star Department,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Offenders,
Joy Division,
Depeche Mode,
Franke,
Silicon Teens,
June of 44,
This Heat,
Erykah Badu,
the Bar-Kays,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.