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 Argentina and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 oboe 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 Cymande to the dance 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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Angry Samoans,
Eli Mardock,
Tim Buckley,
Reuben Wilson,
Thompson Twins,
The Stooges,
Glambeats Corp.,
Funky Four + One,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
EPMD,
Mantronix,
Au Pairs,
Sam Rivers,
Quando Quango,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Techniques,
Boredoms,
Bronski Beat,
Eden Ahbez,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Donald Byrd,
the Soft Cell,
AZ,
Los Fastidios,
Rotary Connection,
The Real Kids,
Excepter,
Q65,
T.S.O.L.,
kango's stein massive,
The American Breed,
Arcadia,
Jeff Lynne,
The New Christs,
Inner City,
A Certain Ratio,
Sight & Sound,
Derrick May,
The Birthday Party,
The Barracudas,
Nico,
Tears for Fears,
CMW,
Bobby Sherman,
Flamin' Groovies,
June of 44,
Symarip,
Zapp,
The Remains,
Hasil Adkins,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Duran Duran,
Marine Girls,
PIL,
X-Ray Spex,
Matthew Halsall,
Scratch Acid,
Janne Schatter,
Slave,
La Düsseldorf,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.