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 Malaysia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
James White and The Blacks,
Urselle,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Smog,
Nas,
Whodini,
Metal Thangz,
JFA,
Suburban Knight,
Von Mondo,
Mantronix,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Amon Düül II,
Main Source,
the Slits,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marc Almond,
Jeff Lynne,
Michelle Simonal,
Gichy Dan,
Circle Jerks,
The Kinks,
John Foxx,
Tubeway Army,
The Doors,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tomorrow,
Ralphi Rosario,
Alphaville,
ABC,
Barry Ungar,
Quando Quango,
FM Einheit,
Juan Atkins,
John Holt,
The Names,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Gap Band,
Skriet,
China Crisis,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Fortunes,
Clear Light,
Qualms,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Offenders,
Isaac Hayes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rod Modell,
Panda Bear,
Hoover,
Colin Newman,
Angry Samoans,
the Germs,
Television,
The Durutti Column,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Joe Smooth,
The Smiths,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.