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 Macedonia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Edmonton.
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 mellotron 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 Walker Brothers to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Skarface,
Dorothy Ashby,
Janne Schatter,
Intrusion,
Sugar Minott,
Shoche,
Depeche Mode,
Spoonie Gee,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bobby Byrd,
Prince Buster,
Mr. Review,
Peter & Gordon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Royal Trux,
Khruangbin,
FM Einheit,
Ultimate Spinach,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Dirtbombs,
DNA,
The Slits,
Livin' Joy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pagans,
Ronnie Foster,
Scratch Acid,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kurtis Blow,
Glenn Branca,
Circle Jerks,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Mummies,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Donny Hathaway,
Sixth Finger,
Johnny Clarke,
Television Personalities,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kerri Chandler,
Bob Dylan,
The Martian,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Monolake,
Marc Almond,
Pole,
a-ha,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eve St. Jones,
Popol Vuh,
Half Japanese,
Alphaville,
Qualms,
Talk Talk,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ultra Naté,
Chrome,
Blancmange,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.