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 Pakistan and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 arpeggiator 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 Make Up to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon 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 a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
The Zeros,
Roxette,
The Blues Magoos,
Susan Cadogan,
The Divine Comedy,
Rod Modell,
Tommy Roe,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Trojans,
Marine Girls,
The American Breed,
The Move,
Jeff Lynne,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Evens,
Gichy Dan,
Rufus Thomas,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Anakelly,
Jacob Miller,
Eric Copeland,
Simply Red,
Ponytail,
Blossom Toes,
LL Cool J,
The Sonics,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Mummies,
Radiopuhelimet,
Average White Band,
Brand Nubian,
China Crisis,
Quadrant,
Cybotron,
The Victims,
Joensuu 1685,
Andrew Hill,
The Sound,
Ludus,
The Index,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Leonard Cohen,
Au Pairs,
DJ Sneak,
Pere Ubu,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eden Ahbez,
Reuben Wilson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Thompson Twins,
Graham Central Station,
Marcia Griffiths,
Archie Shepp,
Oblivians,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kenny Larkin,
Gang Green,
DNA,
Swell Maps,
Parry Music,
The Smiths,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.