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 Guyana and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord 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 Fortunes to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Marmalade,
Pere Ubu,
a-ha,
Boogie Down Productions,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Dave Clark Five,
Little Man,
Au Pairs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pole,
Zapp,
The Barracudas,
The Angels of Light,
Franke,
The Gun Club,
Oblivians,
The Raincoats,
Throbbing Gristle,
Henry Cow,
Deakin,
The Divine Comedy,
Ronan,
Josef K,
Dark Day,
The Invisible,
Electric Prunes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Junior Murvin,
Maurizio,
Reuben Wilson,
Gang Starr,
Glambeats Corp.,
Hasil Adkins,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Toasters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Animal Collective,
The Evens,
Kas Product,
Lyres,
Average White Band,
Eden Ahbez,
EPMD,
The United States of America,
Liliput,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
JFA,
FM Einheit,
Bobby Womack,
Adolescents,
Second Layer,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Porter Ricks,
Flash Fearless,
Donny Hathaway,
Amon Düül,
Barbara Tucker,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.