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 South Sudan and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Erasure 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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Massinfluence,
Pet Shop Boys,
Interpol,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Dirtbombs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rhythm & Sound,
U.S. Maple,
Aswad,
The Pretty Things,
Lightning Bolt,
The Gladiators,
The Sound,
Rufus Thomas,
JFA,
Thee Headcoats,
Zapp,
Fugazi,
Arcadia,
The Motions,
Basic Channel,
Whodini,
The Moody Blues,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Excepter,
Gang Starr,
Barry Ungar,
Bad Manners,
Stockholm Monsters,
Michelle Simonal,
Aloha Tigers,
Crime,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Procol Harum,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Peter & Gordon,
The Tremeloes,
Morten Harket,
Rotary Connection,
Symarip,
Arab on Radar,
Ronnie Foster,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The United States of America,
Robert Görl,
Monolake,
Sex Pistols,
Brand Nubian,
The Modern Lovers,
L. Decosne,
The J.B.'s,
Newcleus,
The Alarm Clocks,
Erykah Badu,
the Normal,
Lalann,
B.T. Express,
Roger Hodgson,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.