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 Latvia and from Shanghai.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Mo-Dettes to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
The Names,
Q and Not U,
Nas,
Soft Machine,
Radiopuhelimet,
Funkadelic,
Gil Scott Heron,
Janne Schatter,
Sexual Harrassment,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Fuzztones,
Derrick May,
Colin Newman,
Roger Hodgson,
Scion,
Groovy Waters,
Duran Duran,
This Heat,
The Smiths,
Buzzcocks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Harmonia,
Minny Pops,
Nik Kershaw,
Cecil Taylor,
The Buckinghams,
Tears for Fears,
Toni Rubio,
Boredoms,
Index,
Bill Wells,
Tom Boy,
The Sound,
Jerry Gold Smith,
La Düsseldorf,
Gong,
Jeff Lynne,
Piero Umiliani,
Al Stewart,
The New Christs,
Spoonie Gee,
Loose Ends,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gang of Four,
Black Bananas,
Quantec,
Minnie Riperton,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Offenders,
Interpol,
Neu!,
Kenny Larkin,
Motorama,
The Slits,
Jeff Mills,
The Gladiators,
Rosa Yemen,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eric B and Rakim,
Erykah Badu,
The Remains,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.