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 Lithuania and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar 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 Godley & Creme to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Sam Rivers,
Jacob Miller,
the Human League,
The Vogues,
Moebius,
Blossom Toes,
Kas Product,
The Selecter,
Severed Heads,
Jawbox,
Agent Orange,
Rosa Yemen,
Parry Music,
the Association,
Buzzcocks,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Music Machine,
Basic Channel,
Ten City,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Davy DMX,
David McCallum,
Lungfish,
Morten Harket,
Warren Ellis,
Black Sheep,
Chris & Cosey,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Modern Lovers,
Soft Cell,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Beau Brummels,
Make Up,
The Velvet Underground,
LL Cool J,
Kaleidoscope,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Yusef Lateef,
Lakeside,
Easy Going,
Eurythmics,
Fat Boys,
Aloha Tigers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Massinfluence,
Section 25,
The Pretty Things,
Cybotron,
Con Funk Shun,
Loose Ends,
Minnie Riperton,
Fluxion,
Inner City,
Lou Reed,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Fuzztones,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mission of Burma,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.