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 Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 mellotron 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 Alton Ellis to the crunk 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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Chrome,
Ultra Naté,
Das Ding,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Victims,
Lakeside,
Scratch Acid,
One Last Wish,
The Dave Clark Five,
Todd Terry,
Tommy Roe,
Alice Coltrane,
The Toasters,
Camouflage,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Star Department,
These Immortal Souls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bobby Womack,
Tears for Fears,
Althea and Donna,
Siglo XX,
Moebius,
The Techniques,
Barbara Tucker,
The Zeros,
Mark Hollis,
DJ Sneak,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bronski Beat,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jerry's Kids,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Hasil Adkins,
Judy Mowatt,
Visage,
Deepchord,
The Moleskins,
Aloha Tigers,
Q65,
Throbbing Gristle,
David McCallum,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pagans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Roger Hodgson,
Country Teasers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Banda Bassotti,
KRS-One,
ABBA,
Joey Negro,
Smog,
Unwound,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Offenders,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.