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 Liechtenstein and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the guitar 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 Dark Day to the funk 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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Motions,
48th St. Collective,
Prince Buster,
Eli Mardock,
Suicide,
The J.B.'s,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cybotron,
Scan 7,
The Walker Brothers,
Faust,
Procol Harum,
F. McDonald,
Stiv Bators,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Smoke,
Jeff Mills,
Maleditus Sound,
Alphaville,
These Immortal Souls,
Cluster,
Skarface,
Ludus,
Yaz,
Stereo Dub,
Ituana,
The Victims,
Maurizio,
Gang Starr,
Joe Finger,
In Retrospect,
Vladislav Delay,
Babytalk,
Country Teasers,
The Stooges,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Grandmaster Flash,
Severed Heads,
Scion,
Arab on Radar,
Jacques Brel,
Soul II Soul,
H. Thieme,
The Star Department,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Charles Mingus,
Bill Wells,
Simply Red,
Moby Grape,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Soft Cell,
Man Parrish,
Rosa Yemen,
Q and Not U,
The Searchers,
The Saints,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.