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 Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Tubeway Army to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse 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?
Anthony Braxton,
Blossom Toes,
June Days,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nils Olav,
The Doors,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marshall Jefferson,
Duran Duran,
The Fire Engines,
Eddi Front,
The Smiths,
Shoche,
Marvin Gaye,
The Dead C,
This Heat,
Prince Buster,
Eric Dolphy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Moody Blues,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
E-Dancer,
John Coltrane,
Johnny Clarke,
Arthur Verocai,
New Order,
Hashim,
The Seeds,
Basic Channel,
Lalann,
The Barracudas,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dark Day,
Agent Orange,
Black Sheep,
Oblivians,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Divine Comedy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Second Layer,
The Fuzztones,
Organ,
The Young Rascals,
Skriet,
Ponytail,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Michelle Simonal,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pharoah Sanders,
Danielle Patucci,
Pet Shop Boys,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Index,
Half Japanese,
Public Enemy,
Monolake,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Grey Daturas,
Wally Richardson,
Alphaville,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
New York Dolls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.