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 Russia and from Tehran.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Peter & Gordon to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tom Boy,
Q and Not U,
Youth Brigade,
The Real Kids,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Buzzcocks,
Janne Schatter,
Slave,
Kerrie Biddell,
Liliput,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Grey Daturas,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marmalade,
Frankie Knuckles,
Donny Hathaway,
Von Mondo,
Brand Nubian,
Monolake,
Moebius,
Main Source,
Rites of Spring,
Fugazi,
Eurythmics,
Funky Four + One,
Lindisfarne,
Nils Olav,
Radiohead,
The Cramps,
Outsiders,
John Lydon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Grass Roots,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ornette Coleman,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
T. Rex,
Suburban Knight,
Animal Collective,
The Names,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nirvana,
Kayak,
Mo-Dettes,
Moby Grape,
the Bar-Kays,
Tropical Tobacco,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Barracudas,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Con Funk Shun,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sarah Menescal,
Talk Talk,
Fad Gadget,
L. Decosne,
The Alarm Clocks,
Stiv Bators,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.