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 Finland 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Gang Gang Dance to the crunk 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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Cluster,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eli Mardock,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Shadows of Knight,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Althea and Donna,
Eden Ahbez,
Mark Hollis,
cv313,
Radio Birdman,
Rod Modell,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bauhaus,
The Motions,
The J.B.'s,
Colin Newman,
Gerry Rafferty,
Black Flag,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pagans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Agitation Free,
The Gap Band,
Tubeway Army,
John Holt,
Brand Nubian,
Davy DMX,
Porter Ricks,
The New Christs,
Funky Four + One,
One Last Wish,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Quando Quango,
John Foxx,
Jeru the Damaja,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Archie Shepp,
Thompson Twins,
Nas,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Los Fastidios,
Von Mondo,
Tomorrow,
The Martian,
The Remains,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
K-Klass,
Idris Muhammad,
Moss Icon,
Scientists,
Sixth Finger,
Babytalk,
Radiohead,
The Black Dice,
Juan Atkins,
The Slits,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.