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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Model 500 to the grime 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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Tim Buckley,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Skarface,
John Coltrane,
Amon Düül II,
K-Klass,
Urselle,
Guru Guru,
Absolute Body Control,
Eli Mardock,
Infiniti,
Cecil Taylor,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Warsaw,
Fugazi,
Juan Atkins,
Brothers Johnson,
Duran Duran,
The Music Machine,
The Neon Judgement,
Deakin,
Donald Byrd,
Nas,
Lou Reed,
Radio Birdman,
The Offenders,
Visage,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Swans,
Leonard Cohen,
the Normal,
The Mummies,
Audionom,
Whodini,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pylon,
Swans,
Pere Ubu,
Half Japanese,
Animal Collective,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
In Retrospect,
The Cowsills,
The Young Rascals,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Stockholm Monsters,
Magma,
The Cramps,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Invisible,
Lee Hazlewood,
Loose Ends,
The Martian,
Gong,
The Residents,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.