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 Serbia and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb 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 Monolake to the techno 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Spandau Ballet,
New Age Steppers,
Ice-T,
Stereo Dub,
Malaria!,
Groovy Waters,
the Human League,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nick Fraelich,
Bill Near,
H. Thieme,
Blancmange,
Lalann,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pylon,
The Zeros,
Underground Resistance,
ABC,
Jeff Mills,
World's Most,
Deepchord,
Skaos,
Terry Callier,
Frankie Knuckles,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Association,
Von Mondo,
The Wake,
Half Japanese,
The Buckinghams,
Crash Course in Science,
The Kinks,
Bad Manners,
The Slackers,
Shoche,
Agitation Free,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Wolf Eyes,
Derrick Morgan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Golliwogs,
Flash Fearless,
Joensuu 1685,
Spoonie Gee,
The Associates,
Theoretical Girls,
Donny Hathaway,
Gang Green,
Byron Stingily,
Con Funk Shun,
Cameo,
Interpol,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cal Tjader,
Brand Nubian,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Barracudas,
Kerrie Biddell,
Chris Corsano,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.