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 Guatemala and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Q65 to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Brand Nubian,
Kevin Saunderson,
Grey Daturas,
In Retrospect,
Darondo,
The Seeds,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Fortunes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Alton Ellis,
Matthew Bourne,
The Mojo Men,
Camouflage,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Black Sheep,
The Dave Clark Five,
Boredoms,
Simply Red,
The Tremeloes,
the Human League,
Kenny Larkin,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Barbara Tucker,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
ABBA,
Rites of Spring,
The Real Kids,
Lyres,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
X-101,
Interpol,
Wire,
Lee Hazlewood,
Schoolly D,
Bad Manners,
Tom Boy,
Max Romeo,
Spoonie Gee,
Graham Central Station,
Terrestrial Tones,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Country Teasers,
Don Cherry,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tommy Roe,
Camberwell Now,
Bluetip,
Black Bananas,
Sonic Youth,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kayak,
Crime,
Crispy Ambulance,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Minnie Riperton,
John Lydon,
Roxette,
Harpers Bizarre,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.