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 Lebanon and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 theremin 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 Minny Pops to the punk 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 The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Arab on Radar,
Motorama,
John Cale,
Barclay James Harvest,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Toni Rubio,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Minutemen,
AZ,
Con Funk Shun,
Joyce Sims,
Pagans,
The Zeros,
Bad Manners,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
David Bowie,
Harmonia,
Darondo,
Bauhaus,
Don Cherry,
Ituana,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rosa Yemen,
June of 44,
The Kinks,
Skriet,
Dennis Brown,
Organ,
Sandy B,
Scan 7,
Pierre Henry,
Cal Tjader,
Reuben Wilson,
Sun Ra,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Fugs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Smog,
Banda Bassotti,
The Fire Engines,
Liliput,
Rites of Spring,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Peter and Kerry,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The J.B.'s,
China Crisis,
Ultra Naté,
Alphaville,
Kenny Larkin,
DNA,
Quadrant,
Heaven 17,
Los Fastidios,
Tears for Fears,
Bang On A Can,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.