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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 EPMD 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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
B.T. Express,
Radio Birdman,
Pere Ubu,
Average White Band,
Minor Threat,
Tom Boy,
Bauhaus,
Intrusion,
Crash Course in Science,
Swell Maps,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Easy Going,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Agent Orange,
Janne Schatter,
Unrelated Segments,
Delta 5,
Livin' Joy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Letta Mbulu,
Motorama,
Sex Pistols,
La Düsseldorf,
Maleditus Sound,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cameo,
Joensuu 1685,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Aaron Thompson,
Bluetip,
Ornette Coleman,
Josef K,
8 Eyed Spy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mo-Dettes,
The Fugs,
Pylon,
Tomorrow,
Graham Central Station,
Pantytec,
Gong,
The Stooges,
Fat Boys,
The Detroit Cobras,
Deepchord,
Max Romeo,
Jesper Dahlback,
Desert Stars,
Barbara Tucker,
Camberwell Now,
Simply Red,
EPMD,
The J.B.'s,
The Beau Brummels,
The Smoke,
Curtis Mayfield,
DJ Style,
Lebanon Hanover,
Warsaw,
The Martian,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.