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 Switzerland and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Jakarta.
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 rhodes 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 One Last Wish to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Parry Music,
Spoonie Gee,
Yellowson,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Fire Engines,
The Fugs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rod Modell,
Trumans Water,
Bobby Womack,
Public Enemy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sun Ra,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nick Fraelich,
Henry Cow,
Donny Hathaway,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Circle Jerks,
The Smiths,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sarah Menescal,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
U.S. Maple,
Stiv Bators,
Public Image Ltd.,
Quantec,
The Music Machine,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Iggy Pop,
Moebius,
Isaac Hayes,
Sonic Youth,
Eric Copeland,
Blake Baxter,
Aural Exciters,
The Human League,
Morten Harket,
Ponytail,
Lightning Bolt,
D'Angelo,
The Black Dice,
Thee Headcoats,
Sight & Sound,
Kerrie Biddell,
Crime,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Human League,
Curtis Mayfield,
Reagan Youth,
Todd Rundgren,
Godley & Creme,
10cc,
the Soft Cell,
ABC,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.