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 Djibouti and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 harpsichord 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 Bill Near to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Easy Going,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gregory Isaacs,
Main Source,
Kool Moe Dee,
Soul II Soul,
Nation of Ulysses,
China Crisis,
Matthew Halsall,
Buzzcocks,
The Walker Brothers,
Von Mondo,
Sarah Menescal,
Das Ding,
The Martian,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Robert Wyatt,
The Names,
Duran Duran,
Black Sheep,
Model 500,
The Seeds,
Con Funk Shun,
New York Dolls,
Nico,
The Red Krayola,
The Detroit Cobras,
Idris Muhammad,
The Index,
Severed Heads,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kayak,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eden Ahbez,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sound Behaviour,
Harmonia,
Terrestrial Tones,
Trumans Water,
Schoolly D,
X-102,
David McCallum,
Radiohead,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Robert Hood,
cv313,
Danielle Patucci,
CMW,
Agitation Free,
The J.B.'s,
H. Thieme,
La Düsseldorf,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Matthew Bourne,
Marcia Griffiths,
Swell Maps,
Crispian St. Peters,
Grey Daturas,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.