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 Korea North and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Paris.
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 synthesizer 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the disco 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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Black Bananas,
The Music Machine,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Pretty Things,
David Bowie,
Rekid,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Blackbyrds,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
X-Ray Spex,
AZ,
Aural Exciters,
H. Thieme,
Eric Dolphy,
Ohio Players,
The Saints,
Howard Jones,
Camberwell Now,
Essential Logic,
The Pop Group,
China Crisis,
Donny Hathaway,
Radiohead,
Faraquet,
Electric Prunes,
Al Stewart,
Desert Stars,
Echospace,
Dual Sessions,
The Moody Blues,
Neil Young,
Alton Ellis,
Sixth Finger,
MDC,
Vladislav Delay,
Severed Heads,
Whodini,
The Skatalites,
Joy Division,
Black Flag,
Nirvana,
Excepter,
a-ha,
The Misunderstood,
New Age Steppers,
Tubeway Army,
X-101,
Grauzone,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Association,
Newcleus,
The Gladiators,
Bad Manners,
The Happenings,
Althea and Donna,
Second Layer,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Germs,
Alice Coltrane,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.