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 Bahrain and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Hashim to the electroclash 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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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?
Livin' Joy,
Organ,
In Retrospect,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eve St. Jones,
Jawbox,
The Dave Clark Five,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Standells,
Althea and Donna,
The Divine Comedy,
Nas,
Arthur Verocai,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Absolute Body Control,
Ituana,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Moody Blues,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Birthday Party,
The Buckinghams,
Al Stewart,
Michelle Simonal,
Warren Ellis,
Section 25,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Von Mondo,
Ponytail,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Deadbeat,
The Human League,
These Immortal Souls,
Excepter,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Crash Course in Science,
Pussy Galore,
Suburban Knight,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Wire,
Sparks,
a-ha,
Matthew Bourne,
Model 500,
The Names,
The Blues Magoos,
The Trojans,
Sarah Menescal,
Jeff Lynne,
La Düsseldorf,
The New Christs,
Ten City,
Eli Mardock,
Lakeside,
Steve Hackett,
Suicide,
Joensuu 1685,
The Martian,
Vladislav Delay,
Agitation Free,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.