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 Syria and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin 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 Erasure to the grime 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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Marvin Gaye,
Arcadia,
Godley & Creme,
The Skatalites,
Laurel Aitken,
The Pop Group,
Dennis Brown,
Crooked Eye,
Ossler,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Vainqueur,
Shoche,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bobby Byrd,
Faust,
Radio Birdman,
T.S.O.L.,
Pylon,
Marmalade,
Roxette,
ABBA,
Stiv Bators,
The Litter,
Slick Rick,
Pole,
Intrusion,
The Move,
Jacob Miller,
Ituana,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tropical Tobacco,
Hoover,
Steve Hackett,
The Fortunes,
Mr. Review,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Radiopuhelimet,
Morten Harket,
Terrestrial Tones,
Trumans Water,
Ice-T,
The Golliwogs,
E-Dancer,
Black Bananas,
Susan Cadogan,
Magma,
The Moody Blues,
Magazine,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Section 25,
The United States of America,
The Black Dice,
DJ Sneak,
Kerrie Biddell,
Negative Approach,
Nik Kershaw,
The Gun Club,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Sound,
Average White Band,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.