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 Solomon Islands and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ultravox to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mummies. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Can,
Negative Approach,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Suburban Knight,
Depeche Mode,
The Fortunes,
Pulsallama,
Peter and Kerry,
Jesper Dahlback,
Barrington Levy,
Roxy Music,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Searchers,
Lucky Dragons,
Das Ding,
R.M.O.,
The Gladiators,
Lalann,
The Barracudas,
Howard Jones,
Jeff Mills,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Steve Hackett,
Rod Modell,
Grandmaster Flash,
Judy Mowatt,
Blossom Toes,
Monks,
H. Thieme,
Wally Richardson,
Bobby Womack,
Excepter,
Clear Light,
Popol Vuh,
the Association,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tommy Roe,
Minor Threat,
Althea and Donna,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Germs,
Newcleus,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fugazi,
Bobby Byrd,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sparks,
Mars,
ABBA,
The Neon Judgement,
The Invisible,
Ohio Players,
The Dead C,
Groovy Waters,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nik Kershaw,
Gastr Del Sol,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.