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 Switzerland and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Tremeloes to the crunk 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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sixth Finger,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
James White and The Blacks,
Hoover,
Average White Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Technova,
Massinfluence,
Michelle Simonal,
Eli Mardock,
Cymande,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Duran Duran,
Pierre Henry,
The Wake,
Wolf Eyes,
Pantaleimon,
Jeff Lynne,
Prince Buster,
Shoche,
EPMD,
Amazonics,
Alton Ellis,
Bronski Beat,
Thompson Twins,
The Searchers,
Barry Ungar,
Guru Guru,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Archie Shepp,
Yaz,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
John Cale,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sound Behaviour,
The Five Americans,
Shuggie Otis,
H. Thieme,
The Golliwogs,
The Gap Band,
The Toasters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nirvana,
The Techniques,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lightning Bolt,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Boogie Down Productions,
X-101,
Kayak,
Graham Central Station,
Neu!,
Soft Cell,
The Angels of Light,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Monks,
the Germs,
Ornette Coleman,
A Certain Ratio,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.