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 Ecuador and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Adolescents to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Steve Hackett,
Moby Grape,
Joey Negro,
Boogie Down Productions,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kevin Saunderson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scion,
The Move,
Gregory Isaacs,
Black Sheep,
Minny Pops,
The Fire Engines,
Rapeman,
Livin' Joy,
The Dirtbombs,
The Names,
FM Einheit,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lalann,
Symarip,
Roger Hodgson,
Liliput,
Thompson Twins,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Surgeon,
Nas,
Stockholm Monsters,
10cc,
Avey Tare,
Country Teasers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scratch Acid,
Scrapy,
Marmalade,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mo-Dettes,
The Fugs,
ABC,
Morten Harket,
The Toasters,
The Martian,
The Vogues,
Pylon,
Tears for Fears,
Fluxion,
Motorama,
Little Man,
Barrington Levy,
Bronski Beat,
Dave Gahan,
Q and Not U,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Joensuu 1685,
Crispy Ambulance,
JFA,
Sugar Minott,
Monks,
X-Ray Spex,
The Slackers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.