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 Slovakia and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Todd Rundgren to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Bobby Sherman,
Chris & Cosey,
Tim Buckley,
Lightning Bolt,
Rod Modell,
Duran Duran,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Moody Blues,
Pharoah Sanders,
Spoonie Gee,
One Last Wish,
It's A Beautiful Day,
X-Ray Spex,
Can,
Outsiders,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
X-102,
Minor Threat,
Cheater Slicks,
Bob Dylan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joyce Sims,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Buzzcocks,
Swans,
New York Dolls,
Morten Harket,
Minutemen,
David Axelrod,
Fatback Band,
The Skatalites,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Motorama,
Howard Jones,
Cluster,
Popol Vuh,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jandek,
Steve Hackett,
Supertramp,
Deadbeat,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Flamin' Groovies,
Agitation Free,
cv313,
Sparks,
Section 25,
the Bar-Kays,
Kenny Larkin,
The Gladiators,
Minny Pops,
June of 44,
Cybotron,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Electric Prunes,
These Immortal Souls,
Lungfish,
Liliput,
Marine Girls,
Nik Kershaw,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.