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 Turkmenistan and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 oboe 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 Bad Manners to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Pierre Henry,
Banda Bassotti,
Pere Ubu,
Eddi Front,
Sarah Menescal,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marine Girls,
Section 25,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Stereo Dub,
The Modern Lovers,
Suicide,
Susan Cadogan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Half Japanese,
Piero Umiliani,
The Real Kids,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cheater Slicks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sun Ra,
Television,
Alton Ellis,
The Saints,
Barry Ungar,
The Five Americans,
CMW,
Khruangbin,
The Monochrome Set,
Ten City,
Barrington Levy,
Massinfluence,
Derrick May,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
New Order,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Bar-Kays,
Eric B and Rakim,
Malaria!,
Max Romeo,
Grey Daturas,
The Shadows of Knight,
X-102,
Robert Görl,
The Tremeloes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Erasure,
Jawbox,
E-Dancer,
The Birthday Party,
Electric Prunes,
Rapeman,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Gun Club,
Joe Smooth,
Sound Behaviour,
Underground Resistance,
Kenny Larkin,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.