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 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 June Days to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mars,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Stooges,
Icehouse,
The Cowsills,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Gories,
Index,
E-Dancer,
The Slits,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Moss Icon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Last Poets,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The United States of America,
Livin' Joy,
The Zeros,
Mad Mike,
Bizarre Inc.,
Peter & Gordon,
the Germs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tears for Fears,
Lakeside,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Vainqueur,
Masters at Work,
Byron Stingily,
UT,
Electric Prunes,
Kas Product,
Kayak,
Anthony Braxton,
Fatback Band,
Harry Pussy,
Anakelly,
Lungfish,
Niagra,
Gang Green,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Depeche Mode,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Public Image Ltd.,
World's Most,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Joe Finger,
The Fugs,
Urselle,
The Dead C,
Monolake,
Slick Rick,
Swans,
Black Moon,
Angry Samoans,
The Cure,
Ten City,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.