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 Kenya and from Mexico City.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Easy Going to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Whodini,
Gang Gang Dance,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
H. Thieme,
Lee Hazlewood,
Terry Callier,
Outsiders,
Severed Heads,
Tommy Roe,
Animal Collective,
Chris & Cosey,
John Cale,
Ludus,
Dave Gahan,
Soft Cell,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Alice Coltrane,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Das Ding,
The Happenings,
Babytalk,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Sonics,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lindisfarne,
The Invisible,
The Index,
Don Cherry,
Goldenarms,
Jandek,
The Moody Blues,
Cymande,
The Angels of Light,
JFA,
Hoover,
The Gladiators,
Al Stewart,
DJ Style,
Wire,
The Sound,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Desert Stars,
Isaac Hayes,
The Cowsills,
Black Moon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Clear Light,
The Misunderstood,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nick Fraelich,
John Lydon,
Ultravox,
Skriet,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.