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 Singapore and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Sex Pistols,
Roy Ayers,
Porter Ricks,
John Cale,
Alphaville,
Pet Shop Boys,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
a-ha,
The Mojo Men,
The Divine Comedy,
Japan,
Silicon Teens,
Colin Newman,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gabor Szabo,
The Pretty Things,
The Grass Roots,
Youth Brigade,
Rekid,
the Swans,
Sixth Finger,
Panda Bear,
Quantec,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ronan,
Delon & Dalcan,
Severed Heads,
Sun City Girls,
The Flesh Eaters,
Connie Case,
T.S.O.L.,
Chrome,
PIL,
Gong,
Howard Jones,
Erykah Badu,
Lower 48,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cybotron,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Fire Engines,
The Selecter,
Amon Düül,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Freddie Wadling,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Invisible,
B.T. Express,
The Trojans,
Jawbox,
The Victims,
Nas,
Cecil Taylor,
The Cowsills,
The Count Five,
The Fuzztones,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.