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 Sierra Leone and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord 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 The Shadows of Knight to the grunge 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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
John Foxx,
Harmonia,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Robert Hood,
a-ha,
Delta 5,
Soft Cell,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Shuggie Otis,
Kevin Saunderson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nico,
Moebius,
Crash Course in Science,
The Young Rascals,
Grey Daturas,
Blancmange,
Marine Girls,
Bill Near,
Tommy Roe,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Wolf Eyes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sight & Sound,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Yusef Lateef,
Brick,
The Golliwogs,
The Divine Comedy,
Sonic Youth,
Gang Gang Dance,
Funky Four + One,
Audionom,
Curtis Mayfield,
Country Teasers,
Rapeman,
The Real Kids,
MC5,
Swell Maps,
Heaven 17,
Underground Resistance,
Drive Like Jehu,
Motorama,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Human League,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Neon Judgement,
Lou Reed,
Lalann,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sound Behaviour,
The Selecter,
Bang On A Can,
The Monochrome Set,
Monolake,
Donny Hathaway,
Average White Band,
Deepchord,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.