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 Andorra and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 rhodes 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 Lower 48 to the electroclash 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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
The Victims,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Blackbyrds,
John Coltrane,
Average White Band,
Joensuu 1685,
The Gun Club,
Kevin Saunderson,
The United States of America,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Iggy Pop,
the Association,
Absolute Body Control,
Harmonia,
The Trojans,
Black Moon,
The Misunderstood,
Eurythmics,
The Monks,
Intrusion,
Parry Music,
The Divine Comedy,
Lou Christie,
the Germs,
The Selecter,
PIL,
The Sound,
Icehouse,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Derrick May,
The Residents,
Buzzcocks,
Carl Craig,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scan 7,
kango's stein massive,
Quadrant,
Black Sheep,
Althea and Donna,
OOIOO,
Fluxion,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eyeless In Gaza,
E-Dancer,
Maurizio,
Smog,
the Bar-Kays,
Excepter,
Marine Girls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Warsaw,
The Velvet Underground,
Throbbing Gristle,
Arab on Radar,
Technova,
Dawn Penn,
Sun City Girls,
Con Funk Shun,
Prince Buster,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.