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 Nigeria and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 Seoul and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 guitar 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 Cameo to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
AZ,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bluetip,
The Gories,
The Dirtbombs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gichy Dan,
Altered Images,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marine Girls,
Bobby Byrd,
Joyce Sims,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Robert Görl,
June Days,
The Dead C,
Skriet,
Hasil Adkins,
Can,
OOIOO,
Man Parrish,
The Residents,
Ornette Coleman,
The Stooges,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eddi Front,
Bill Wells,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dawn Penn,
The J.B.'s,
Youth Brigade,
Parry Music,
Cal Tjader,
Roxette,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Alison Limerick,
The Black Dice,
The Doobie Brothers,
Y Pants,
Fat Boys,
Warsaw,
Camberwell Now,
Max Romeo,
Eve St. Jones,
Swell Maps,
Carl Craig,
Al Stewart,
John Foxx,
David Axelrod,
Easy Going,
Pussy Galore,
The Move,
Royal Trux,
Angry Samoans,
Amazonics,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Evens,
Icehouse,
Tropical Tobacco,
Joy Division,
Ohio Players,
H. Thieme,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.