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 Tuvalu and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 New Christs to the crunk 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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Gladiators,
Stockholm Monsters,
Shuggie Otis,
Urselle,
Bill Near,
E-Dancer,
The Leaves,
Bobby Byrd,
Letta Mbulu,
Black Pus,
Von Mondo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Busters,
Vainqueur,
D'Angelo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Index,
Black Bananas,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Don Cherry,
Cal Tjader,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nas,
Camberwell Now,
Mark Hollis,
Kayak,
The Seeds,
Tres Demented,
Little Man,
Slick Rick,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Drexciya,
Pantaleimon,
Nico,
The Doors,
Eric B and Rakim,
Duran Duran,
Smog,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Godley & Creme,
The Shadows of Knight,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Victims,
The Fortunes,
Bluetip,
Grey Daturas,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pere Ubu,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Cure,
Darondo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Divine Comedy,
Spandau Ballet,
Magma,
Mars,
Alphaville,
Malaria!,
Television,
the Human League,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.