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 Latvia and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Young Marble Giants to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fat Boys,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
A Certain Ratio,
The Residents,
Fatback Band,
Black Flag,
Ronan,
Piero Umiliani,
Minnie Riperton,
Connie Case,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Idris Muhammad,
Harmonia,
Half Japanese,
Crash Course in Science,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Divine Comedy,
The Mummies,
Robert Wyatt,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Crooked Eye,
Godley & Creme,
Cal Tjader,
Pylon,
Kaleidoscope,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eve St. Jones,
The Saints,
Technova,
MC5,
Liliput,
Morten Harket,
Lyres,
Jesper Dahlback,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Real Kids,
The Dave Clark Five,
Country Teasers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pole,
John Foxx,
Hoover,
Stereo Dub,
E-Dancer,
The Knickerbockers,
Lower 48,
Roxette,
Jeff Lynne,
X-101,
Johnny Osbourne,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Beau Brummels,
Jeru the Damaja,
Chrome,
Soft Cell,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.