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 Kyrgyzstan and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 The Mummies to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
The Doobie Brothers,
Supertramp,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The United States of America,
Ronnie Foster,
CMW,
Susan Cadogan,
Gang Starr,
Mad Mike,
Derrick May,
Wire,
Unwound,
The Shadows of Knight,
China Crisis,
Pagans,
Public Image Ltd.,
Alphaville,
Tim Buckley,
Symarip,
The Dirtbombs,
The Tremeloes,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Slits,
Flipper,
Radiopuhelimet,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Move,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Josef K,
Theoretical Girls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Thompson Twins,
Dark Day,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Essential Logic,
Nils Olav,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jeff Lynne,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Organ,
Bill Near,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Monks,
Cal Tjader,
Kenny Larkin,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Porter Ricks,
Tubeway Army,
AZ,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tommy Roe,
Oneida,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Moss Icon,
Smog,
Echospace,
The Walker Brothers,
Lakeside,
Jacques Brel,
Sällskapet,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.