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 Italy and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Roxy Music to the jazz 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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks 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?
Trumans Water,
Mo-Dettes,
Gang Starr,
Sparks,
the Germs,
Hardrive,
the Association,
The Move,
The Walker Brothers,
Sarah Menescal,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Standells,
Rosa Yemen,
Traffic Nightmare,
Stereo Dub,
Wolf Eyes,
Arthur Verocai,
Thee Headcoats,
Maurizio,
Nation of Ulysses,
Vainqueur,
Magazine,
Alison Limerick,
Colin Newman,
Kerrie Biddell,
Max Romeo,
Talk Talk,
Easy Going,
Nico,
DNA,
Isaac Hayes,
Unrelated Segments,
X-101,
Thompson Twins,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Peter & Gordon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Crooked Eye,
Sister Nancy,
Lyres,
U.S. Maple,
Lower 48,
Patti Smith,
Black Flag,
10cc,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marmalade,
Reagan Youth,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Gun Club,
Black Moon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Slits,
Mr. Review,
JFA,
Half Japanese,
Erasure,
The Fire Engines,
Jeff Lynne,
Tomorrow,
Fatback Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.