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 Netherlands and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Modern Lovers to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U 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?
EPMD,
Eurythmics,
Tubeway Army,
Derrick May,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Divine Comedy,
Michelle Simonal,
R.M.O.,
The Evens,
Television,
Curtis Mayfield,
Magazine,
Rekid,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jawbox,
Sparks,
Deepchord,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Warren Ellis,
Circle Jerks,
Sällskapet,
Suicide,
Davy DMX,
Quando Quango,
Harmonia,
The Index,
Quadrant,
Harry Pussy,
Lungfish,
Fela Kuti,
Model 500,
Jacques Brel,
Marmalade,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Mojo Men,
Blake Baxter,
Easy Going,
Metal Thangz,
John Holt,
Lakeside,
Lower 48,
The Neon Judgement,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Gories,
The Gun Club,
Radio Birdman,
Kurtis Blow,
The Skatalites,
Andrew Hill,
Cheater Slicks,
New Age Steppers,
The Modern Lovers,
Erykah Badu,
Severed Heads,
The Velvet Underground,
The Pretty Things,
Oneida,
Toni Rubio,
Crash Course in Science,
Pere Ubu,
the Bar-Kays,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.