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 Brazil and from Shanghai.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare 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 T.S.O.L. 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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Lebanon Hanover,
Radio Birdman,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Young Marble Giants,
Vladislav Delay,
Roger Hodgson,
Brothers Johnson,
Skriet,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Basic Channel,
Pagans,
New York Dolls,
Kerri Chandler,
Inner City,
Gregory Isaacs,
Half Japanese,
Ituana,
Johnny Osbourne,
Minnie Riperton,
The Busters,
Gong,
Dennis Brown,
CMW,
Saccharine Trust,
The Neon Judgement,
Public Image Ltd.,
Flipper,
Icehouse,
Amon Düül,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Symarip,
Tommy Roe,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lou Reed,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
One Last Wish,
The Index,
Mr. Review,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The New Christs,
Aaron Thompson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Q and Not U,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sixth Finger,
Eric Dolphy,
Peter & Gordon,
Barrington Levy,
Avey Tare,
Swans,
Bronski Beat,
Banda Bassotti,
Camouflage,
The Durutti Column,
8 Eyed Spy,
Judy Mowatt,
Gang Starr,
R.M.O.,
Mandrill,
The Martian,
Popol Vuh,
Hot Snakes,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.