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 Antigua and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and London.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the organ 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 Bill Near to the electroclash 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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Pagans,
Yusef Lateef,
Crime,
Ronan,
Harmonia,
Anthony Braxton,
Monks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Robert Görl,
The Flesh Eaters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
OOIOO,
The Litter,
Nirvana,
Lalann,
Simply Red,
Reagan Youth,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Janne Schatter,
Motorama,
Patti Smith,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lou Christie,
Sight & Sound,
Arcadia,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Animal Collective,
Grauzone,
The Pop Group,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Faust,
Organ,
E-Dancer,
Make Up,
kango's stein massive,
Quadrant,
Gabor Szabo,
Ludus,
The Grass Roots,
Pantytec,
Frankie Knuckles,
Swell Maps,
PIL,
Pole,
Accadde A,
Scan 7,
The Residents,
Au Pairs,
Black Pus,
Ornette Coleman,
The Electric Prunes,
Funkadelic,
Oneida,
Josef K,
Darondo,
Unrelated Segments,
Tubeway Army,
Tommy Roe,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.