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 Venezuela and from Mexico City.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 harpsichord 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 Litter to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
OOIOO,
Babytalk,
Michelle Simonal,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pussy Galore,
The Names,
Joensuu 1685,
Qualms,
James White and The Blacks,
Scratch Acid,
Wolf Eyes,
Sight & Sound,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tears for Fears,
Smog,
the Association,
The Smoke,
Spoonie Gee,
Swans,
Crash Course in Science,
Circle Jerks,
Scion,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Grey Daturas,
Ronnie Foster,
Alice Coltrane,
Cybotron,
The Fugs,
Yellowson,
Carl Craig,
Lungfish,
Mission of Burma,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Visage,
Eve St. Jones,
Joe Finger,
Yusef Lateef,
Desert Stars,
June of 44,
Mars,
CMW,
The Motions,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Skaos,
The Birthday Party,
John Cale,
Todd Rundgren,
Kerrie Biddell,
Motorama,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Panda Bear,
Accadde A,
Gichy Dan,
The Young Rascals,
Schoolly D,
Glenn Branca,
Henry Cow,
Black Moon,
Easy Going,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.