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 Kyrgyzstan and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and London.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro 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 Boz Scaggs to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine 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 crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
New York Dolls,
Liliput,
Spandau Ballet,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Q and Not U,
Hot Snakes,
The Fugs,
Glambeats Corp.,
The New Christs,
Monolake,
Scientists,
Deadbeat,
Erykah Badu,
Dead Boys,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sound Behaviour,
Black Bananas,
The Trojans,
Cecil Taylor,
Technova,
Freddie Wadling,
Johnny Clarke,
Bizarre Inc.,
Michelle Simonal,
The Shadows of Knight,
Banda Bassotti,
Robert Wyatt,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dave Gahan,
Leonard Cohen,
Ornette Coleman,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Juan Atkins,
The Buckinghams,
Brothers Johnson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Thee Headcoats,
Barbara Tucker,
The Gladiators,
Symarip,
Los Fastidios,
Reuben Wilson,
Vladislav Delay,
the Sonics,
Minny Pops,
Eurythmics,
The Barracudas,
Godley & Creme,
Young Marble Giants,
Wolf Eyes,
Susan Cadogan,
Infiniti,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Massinfluence,
X-102,
Carl Craig,
The Misunderstood,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.