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 Cuba and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Copenhagen.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Roxette to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Soul II Soul,
Slave,
The Mojo Men,
The Vogues,
Half Japanese,
ABC,
Darondo,
Amon Düül II,
Roger Hodgson,
John Foxx,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pere Ubu,
Sex Pistols,
The Gap Band,
One Last Wish,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Stereo Dub,
The Flesh Eaters,
Funkadelic,
Can,
Erykah Badu,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Sonics,
The Searchers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Henry Cow,
Harmonia,
Colin Newman,
cv313,
Model 500,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dual Sessions,
Black Bananas,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Aswad,
R.M.O.,
The Electric Prunes,
David Bowie,
Curtis Mayfield,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Echospace,
Depeche Mode,
The Star Department,
Carl Craig,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jeff Mills,
Prince Buster,
Suicide,
Subhumans,
L. Decosne,
Buzzcocks,
Ultra Naté,
Johnny Osbourne,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bad Manners,
Crooked Eye,
The Golliwogs,
The Techniques,
Mars,
Audionom,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Simply Red,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.