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 Malta and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Liaisons Dangereuses 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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Massinfluence,
The New Christs,
Bobby Womack,
48th St. Collective,
David Axelrod,
Parry Music,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bobby Byrd,
Cheater Slicks,
World's Most,
Jesper Dahlback,
B.T. Express,
Sex Pistols,
Ronnie Foster,
Suburban Knight,
Fugazi,
The Knickerbockers,
Terry Callier,
Alice Coltrane,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Soft Machine,
Eyeless In Gaza,
PIL,
The Searchers,
Slick Rick,
The Gladiators,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Saints,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Howard Jones,
The Remains,
Bobby Sherman,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Black Bananas,
Leonard Cohen,
Bluetip,
Matthew Bourne,
Lyres,
Model 500,
Roxette,
Agent Orange,
Gang of Four,
The Selecter,
Eurythmics,
Tommy Roe,
Rakim,
Ponytail,
Mission of Burma,
Bill Wells,
Television,
Ludus,
Skaos,
JFA,
The Martian,
The Slits,
Fat Boys,
Cameo,
Marmalade,
James White and The Blacks,
the Normal,
Sixth Finger,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.