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 Zambia and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Sao Paulo.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Gladiators to the funk 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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Essential Logic,
Toni Rubio,
Cymande,
The Cowsills,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Erasure,
Angry Samoans,
Fugazi,
The Blues Magoos,
Arthur Verocai,
Donald Byrd,
Babytalk,
The Red Krayola,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jerry's Kids,
Junior Murvin,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
LL Cool J,
Lalo Schifrin,
Malaria!,
Gang Green,
The Vogues,
Roy Ayers,
Siglo XX,
Public Enemy,
Glenn Branca,
Sound Behaviour,
Radiopuhelimet,
Thompson Twins,
The Young Rascals,
Scan 7,
Subhumans,
Robert Görl,
Arcadia,
Porter Ricks,
Freddie Wadling,
ABBA,
Wings,
Deepchord,
Intrusion,
The Tremeloes,
Joy Division,
Minnie Riperton,
MDC,
Gong,
Steve Hackett,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mars,
Absolute Body Control,
The Invisible,
The Names,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Grey Daturas,
Joe Smooth,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Khruangbin,
The Walker Brothers,
The Saints,
The Remains,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.