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 the UAE and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron 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 Nik Kershaw to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
PIL,
Pussy Galore,
Bobby Byrd,
The Detroit Cobras,
Joensuu 1685,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lower 48,
H. Thieme,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bobby Sherman,
Patti Smith,
Gichy Dan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
David Axelrod,
The Buckinghams,
The Velvet Underground,
Masters at Work,
Radio Birdman,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Surgeon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gang Gang Dance,
Hashim,
Black Sheep,
Peter & Gordon,
Janne Schatter,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sex Pistols,
X-Ray Spex,
The Cure,
Reagan Youth,
F. McDonald,
Easy Going,
Thee Headcoats,
Susan Cadogan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
ABBA,
Flash Fearless,
Blossom Toes,
The Happenings,
The Fall,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Agent Orange,
The Shadows of Knight,
Stiv Bators,
the Soft Cell,
Organ,
Bill Wells,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pole,
Pagans,
The Blues Magoos,
UT,
Sam Rivers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jacques Brel,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cybotron,
Fad Gadget,
Scratch Acid,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.