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 Philippines and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Radiopuhelimet to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eyeless In Gaza,
cv313,
Easy Going,
Fear,
L. Decosne,
Wasted Youth,
kango's stein massive,
Eve St. Jones,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Hoover,
Bobby Byrd,
Scrapy,
Little Man,
Symarip,
The Divine Comedy,
Ohio Players,
The Fire Engines,
a-ha,
48th St. Collective,
Unrelated Segments,
Howard Jones,
Franke,
Interpol,
Isaac Hayes,
Moby Grape,
Deadbeat,
Cecil Taylor,
Thompson Twins,
The Durutti Column,
Massinfluence,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Five Americans,
Gabor Szabo,
Sister Nancy,
Angry Samoans,
FM Einheit,
Kerrie Biddell,
Stetsasonic,
Shuggie Otis,
Crispian St. Peters,
Theoretical Girls,
Eric Dolphy,
Pagans,
Sparks,
Parry Music,
Simply Red,
Alton Ellis,
Vainqueur,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jacques Brel,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Talk Talk,
The Human League,
The Happenings,
Traffic Nightmare,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ludus,
Qualms,
Bronski Beat,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.