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 Niger and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the theremin 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 Rosa Yemen to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Barclay James Harvest,
Blossom Toes,
Derrick May,
Bush Tetras,
Sam Rivers,
Zapp,
James White and The Blacks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
These Immortal Souls,
Maleditus Sound,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sixth Finger,
Monolake,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rosa Yemen,
Vladislav Delay,
Hoover,
Soft Cell,
Deadbeat,
Carl Craig,
Ken Boothe,
Marvin Gaye,
Roxette,
Q65,
Spoonie Gee,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Human League,
The Trojans,
Skaos,
Marine Girls,
The Happenings,
Steve Hackett,
Brothers Johnson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Harry Pussy,
The Barracudas,
Buzzcocks,
Reuben Wilson,
Cheater Slicks,
Sight & Sound,
Janne Schatter,
The Techniques,
Harpers Bizarre,
One Last Wish,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Supertramp,
The Evens,
Royal Trux,
Sonny Sharrock,
The American Breed,
Sonic Youth,
Jerry's Kids,
Colin Newman,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Quando Quango,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.