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 Venezuela and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Gong,
Rhythm & Sound,
John Cale,
Rod Modell,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Fugs,
Morten Harket,
Ludus,
The Durutti Column,
The Zeros,
Index,
Reagan Youth,
Clear Light,
Todd Terry,
The Remains,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bronski Beat,
Joyce Sims,
The Fall,
The Techniques,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
June Days,
Visage,
Leonard Cohen,
Boogie Down Productions,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Music Machine,
Slick Rick,
Steve Hackett,
Skriet,
One Last Wish,
DNA,
Jawbox,
Funkadelic,
Lungfish,
Flipper,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Evens,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kerrie Biddell,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nirvana,
Johnny Clarke,
10cc,
China Crisis,
Bobby Byrd,
Fatback Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Fat Boys,
The Mummies,
Sight & Sound,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Thee Headcoats,
Gang of Four,
Aural Exciters,
Minutemen,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Panda Bear,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.