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 Namibia and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 linndrum 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 Altered Images to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
China Crisis,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lungfish,
Joy Division,
The Raincoats,
Joe Finger,
Jawbox,
Ice-T,
Average White Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sun City Girls,
The American Breed,
Radio Birdman,
Barbara Tucker,
Inner City,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Smiths,
Gang of Four,
Black Bananas,
10cc,
The Stooges,
The Doors,
L. Decosne,
One Last Wish,
The Victims,
Ultravox,
Johnny Osbourne,
Black Sheep,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Happenings,
Patti Smith,
Unwound,
Half Japanese,
Sugar Minott,
Magma,
Kaleidoscope,
Little Man,
Can,
Moebius,
Donny Hathaway,
Anakelly,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Khruangbin,
Letta Mbulu,
Lyres,
the Germs,
Derrick May,
Mark Hollis,
Parry Music,
Excepter,
Hasil Adkins,
Organ,
Quantec,
The Sonics,
World's Most,
Duran Duran,
The Modern Lovers,
Amazonics,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.