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 Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe 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 Girls At Our Best! to the grime 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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mantronix,
Judy Mowatt,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fat Boys,
Thee Headcoats,
The Blues Magoos,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Sonics,
Quando Quango,
The Black Dice,
The Standells,
Sandy B,
Kaleidoscope,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Metal Thangz,
KRS-One,
In Retrospect,
Chris & Cosey,
Dead Boys,
Bauhaus,
Stiv Bators,
Amon Düül,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Selecter,
Connie Case,
Rod Modell,
Liliput,
The Pop Group,
Gang Starr,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bobby Sherman,
Rites of Spring,
Bush Tetras,
Public Image Ltd.,
Joy Division,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
X-101,
Loose Ends,
Can,
The Knickerbockers,
Inner City,
Outsiders,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
48th St. Collective,
Guru Guru,
Lalann,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ultravox,
The Fall,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dave Gahan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Seeds,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
A Certain Ratio,
The Moody Blues,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.