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 Swaziland and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 linndrum 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 Siglo XX to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sällskapet,
Warren Ellis,
Joe Finger,
Gong,
Smog,
Junior Murvin,
Robert Hood,
New Age Steppers,
Average White Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Divine Comedy,
Rapeman,
Q65,
David Axelrod,
Lindisfarne,
The Fortunes,
The Index,
CMW,
Scientists,
Erykah Badu,
Main Source,
The Angels of Light,
T. Rex,
Heaven 17,
Grauzone,
Franke,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Banda Bassotti,
Cymande,
Stockholm Monsters,
Man Parrish,
The Doobie Brothers,
Barbara Tucker,
The Toasters,
The Busters,
Ultra Naté,
a-ha,
Blancmange,
Peter & Gordon,
the Soft Cell,
Nik Kershaw,
Rhythm & Sound,
X-101,
Echospace,
Mary Jane Girls,
Barry Ungar,
Hashim,
The New Christs,
The Dirtbombs,
Mantronix,
Nirvana,
Gerry Rafferty,
Marc Almond,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jeff Lynne,
Lightning Bolt,
Oblivians,
Technova,
Eden Ahbez,
The Smiths,
June Days,
the Association,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.