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 Nigeria and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Names to the techno 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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Crispy Ambulance,
Theoretical Girls,
The Index,
Nick Fraelich,
Ultravox,
Scratch Acid,
Fad Gadget,
Kaleidoscope,
Marmalade,
Bizarre Inc.,
Erykah Badu,
Al Stewart,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tommy Roe,
Connie Case,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Technova,
Motorama,
Mary Jane Girls,
Easy Going,
Shoche,
Fat Boys,
John Coltrane,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Gun Club,
Reuben Wilson,
Sällskapet,
Malaria!,
Idris Muhammad,
Max Romeo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Slackers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Piero Umiliani,
The Young Rascals,
The Red Krayola,
Von Mondo,
The Cure,
U.S. Maple,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Shuggie Otis,
Sun Ra,
Tears for Fears,
Slick Rick,
Panda Bear,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marc Almond,
Circle Jerks,
The Skatalites,
Bill Near,
Lou Christie,
Radiohead,
Neil Young,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Royal Trux,
cv313,
Electric Prunes,
The Golliwogs,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.