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 Kiribati and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar 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 Interpol to the dance 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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Fat Boys,
Alice Coltrane,
Ludus,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cybotron,
Model 500,
The Index,
Dawn Penn,
Erasure,
The Pretty Things,
Sister Nancy,
The Martian,
Jacob Miller,
Banda Bassotti,
Jesper Dahlback,
Absolute Body Control,
Television,
Dark Day,
Minor Threat,
Ronan,
Soft Cell,
Kurtis Blow,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Happenings,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eli Mardock,
Interpol,
The Remains,
The Gap Band,
the Germs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jeff Mills,
The Knickerbockers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tubeway Army,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Moebius,
Minny Pops,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Little Man,
This Heat,
Porter Ricks,
Yaz,
the Association,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Massinfluence,
Mad Mike,
Lyres,
Rites of Spring,
Loose Ends,
Sarah Menescal,
Marvin Gaye,
Scion,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.