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 Luxembourg and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Alphaville to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Severed Heads,
Blossom Toes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
June Days,
Darondo,
Altered Images,
Girls At Our Best!,
Suicide,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Zero Boys,
ABC,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pulsallama,
David McCallum,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Buzzcocks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Soul II Soul,
James White and The Blacks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Angry Samoans,
These Immortal Souls,
Deepchord,
Danielle Patucci,
Supertramp,
Terrestrial Tones,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tommy Roe,
Model 500,
Ultravox,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ultra Naté,
Erykah Badu,
Lower 48,
Country Teasers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Newcleus,
Aswad,
The Shadows of Knight,
Roxette,
Index,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Faraquet,
ABBA,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lou Christie,
Animal Collective,
Michelle Simonal,
Jacques Brel,
Oneida,
Blake Baxter,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sight & Sound,
The Grass Roots,
The Invisible,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.