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 Bangladesh and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Gabor Szabo to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rufus Thomas,
Easy Going,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Curtis Mayfield,
Magazine,
Underground Resistance,
Faust,
La Düsseldorf,
Drive Like Jehu,
Stiv Bators,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ponytail,
Alphaville,
Suicide,
Jawbox,
The Fire Engines,
John Foxx,
Quantec,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Gap Band,
Urselle,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Deakin,
Tim Buckley,
Judy Mowatt,
Connie Case,
the Association,
The Fall,
Jeff Lynne,
Soulsonic Force,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Donald Byrd,
Mary Jane Girls,
X-101,
Swell Maps,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Make Up,
The Seeds,
Groovy Waters,
Nik Kershaw,
kango's stein massive,
Goldenarms,
Wally Richardson,
The Happenings,
Quadrant,
Index,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pylon,
Fugazi,
Andrew Hill,
The Index,
The Dead C,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Slackers,
Porter Ricks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Brothers Johnson,
the Slits,
Babytalk,
Audionom,
OOIOO,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.