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 Finland and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 rhodes 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 Bluetip to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Radiopuhelimet,
Juan Atkins,
Scion,
Pussy Galore,
Pylon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pulsallama,
Peter and Kerry,
The Moleskins,
Eddi Front,
Iggy Pop,
The Real Kids,
Marmalade,
Agent Orange,
Ronnie Foster,
The Names,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Beau Brummels,
Babytalk,
Kas Product,
X-102,
Y Pants,
Sarah Menescal,
Danielle Patucci,
Joe Smooth,
Beasts of Bourbon,
These Immortal Souls,
Funky Four + One,
The Move,
Donny Hathaway,
The Trojans,
MC5,
Quando Quango,
Archie Shepp,
Fluxion,
Tom Boy,
Maleditus Sound,
Angry Samoans,
Lakeside,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The American Breed,
Ponytail,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Howard Jones,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Roxy Music,
Mission of Burma,
Kool Moe Dee,
Aloha Tigers,
a-ha,
The Standells,
Hot Snakes,
Yusef Lateef,
Mo-Dettes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Andrew Hill,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.