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 Cyprus and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 marimba 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 The Blues Magoos to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Nils Olav,
Lakeside,
Faraquet,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Icehouse,
Moby Grape,
The Motions,
the Bar-Kays,
Marvin Gaye,
Ultra Naté,
Niagra,
Theoretical Girls,
Yellowson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Terry Callier,
CMW,
The Beau Brummels,
Circle Jerks,
Matthew Halsall,
Second Layer,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Young Rascals,
Eurythmics,
Motorama,
Kerri Chandler,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Gap Band,
The Red Krayola,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
David Axelrod,
Freddie Wadling,
The Five Americans,
Rekid,
Eddi Front,
Depeche Mode,
The Music Machine,
A Certain Ratio,
Roxy Music,
Visage,
John Foxx,
Lalann,
Ornette Coleman,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
X-102,
EPMD,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gang Green,
Vainqueur,
Erasure,
Brick,
Robert Wyatt,
Lower 48,
Joyce Sims,
The Electric Prunes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
a-ha,
New York Dolls,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.