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 Cyprus and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Yazoo to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fatback Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Misunderstood,
Gang Starr,
Anakelly,
PIL,
Youth Brigade,
the Normal,
The J.B.'s,
Danielle Patucci,
Aswad,
Thompson Twins,
Magazine,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Happenings,
Yellowson,
Cecil Taylor,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Slits,
The Shadows of Knight,
Masters at Work,
The Fugs,
Marine Girls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jerry's Kids,
Porter Ricks,
The Doors,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Outsiders,
Dave Gahan,
MC5,
Ultravox,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Darondo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Monks,
Smog,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Modern Lovers,
The American Breed,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Harmonia,
Lou Reed,
Malaria!,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Arab on Radar,
Black Sheep,
Scrapy,
Thee Headcoats,
Don Cherry,
Parry Music,
Moby Grape,
Sparks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
DNA,
The Evens,
The Young Rascals,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.