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 Guatemala and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 Philadelphia and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Hardrive to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Rod Modell,
The Associates,
Gregory Isaacs,
Black Moon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Little Man,
These Immortal Souls,
The Happenings,
Oneida,
Main Source,
Loose Ends,
Sparks,
Public Enemy,
Sällskapet,
Radiohead,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Inner City,
Davy DMX,
Ultravox,
Lalann,
Essential Logic,
John Coltrane,
The Slits,
Yaz,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Deakin,
The Star Department,
Scan 7,
Ohio Players,
The Real Kids,
Amazonics,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Residents,
Connie Case,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Raincoats,
Don Cherry,
The Searchers,
Average White Band,
Sun City Girls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kurtis Blow,
Lightning Bolt,
DJ Sneak,
Pulsallama,
Pierre Henry,
The Alarm Clocks,
Zero Boys,
The Fuzztones,
Minny Pops,
PIL,
Rekid,
Scrapy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Erasure,
Judy Mowatt,
Heaven 17,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Toni Rubio,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.