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 Thailand and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bologna.
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 arpeggiator 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 Eurythmics to the rock 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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ten City,
Au Pairs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sonic Youth,
Arcadia,
The Black Dice,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mission of Burma,
Sex Pistols,
Main Source,
Archie Shepp,
Terrestrial Tones,
Soulsonic Force,
Deepchord,
Jacob Miller,
The Real Kids,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Harmonia,
8 Eyed Spy,
Moby Grape,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Flipper,
Lakeside,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Organ,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Modern Lovers,
JFA,
L. Decosne,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Porter Ricks,
Fat Boys,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Amon Düül,
Chris Corsano,
Blake Baxter,
Essential Logic,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Los Fastidios,
Nik Kershaw,
Harpers Bizarre,
Malaria!,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kas Product,
Nirvana,
Tears for Fears,
The Names,
The Electric Prunes,
Black Bananas,
Barbara Tucker,
The Five Americans,
Cal Tjader,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Wolf Eyes,
Livin' Joy,
Sun City Girls,
Jacques Brel,
Arab on Radar,
Sandy B,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.