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 Senegal and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 synthesizer 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 Malaria! to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Donald Byrd,
Charles Mingus,
Sound Behaviour,
The Electric Prunes,
The Fortunes,
Joensuu 1685,
Y Pants,
China Crisis,
Flipper,
The Moleskins,
Minnie Riperton,
the Bar-Kays,
the Germs,
Deepchord,
Nick Fraelich,
Pantaleimon,
the Human League,
The Gap Band,
The Litter,
Easy Going,
the Normal,
Ten City,
Tubeway Army,
The Move,
Althea and Donna,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tommy Roe,
Ronnie Foster,
Quando Quango,
Howard Jones,
The Dave Clark Five,
Amazonics,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Stetsasonic,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Slick Rick,
Warsaw,
The Real Kids,
Country Teasers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Deadbeat,
8 Eyed Spy,
DJ Sneak,
OOIOO,
Moby Grape,
Masters at Work,
Surgeon,
The Standells,
The J.B.'s,
The Gories,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Wolf Eyes,
Basic Channel,
Sunsets and Hearts,
EPMD,
The Grass Roots,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fat Boys,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Evens,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.