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 Saudi Arabia and from Accra.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 mellotron 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 Alarm Clocks to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Matthew Halsall,
Mr. Review,
Johnny Clarke,
Mo-Dettes,
Mars,
Slick Rick,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
James White and The Blacks,
Peter & Gordon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bobby Sherman,
Tom Boy,
DJ Style,
Franke,
The Detroit Cobras,
Con Funk Shun,
Shuggie Otis,
Gang of Four,
The Trojans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Subhumans,
Monolake,
The Misunderstood,
Cluster,
Aaron Thompson,
Harpers Bizarre,
FM Einheit,
Deadbeat,
Pantaleimon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Walker Brothers,
This Heat,
Suburban Knight,
The Real Kids,
Bauhaus,
The Barracudas,
Urselle,
Curtis Mayfield,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Erasure,
The Beau Brummels,
Amazonics,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Funky Four + One,
Wolf Eyes,
Alphaville,
Cecil Taylor,
Newcleus,
Gregory Isaacs,
Judy Mowatt,
Make Up,
Das Ding,
Public Image Ltd.,
Glambeats Corp.,
Liliput,
The Names,
Fluxion,
Hardrive,
Nico,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.