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 Albania and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 snare 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 Alphaville to the funk 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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Absolute Body Control,
John Holt,
Rakim,
Mark Hollis,
The Mummies,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gang of Four,
Zapp,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jeru the Damaja,
Yaz,
Radiohead,
The Skatalites,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cluster,
Lindisfarne,
The Tremeloes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Vogues,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Last Poets,
Interpol,
Godley & Creme,
The Pretty Things,
Robert Wyatt,
Goldenarms,
Silicon Teens,
Kas Product,
Davy DMX,
The Music Machine,
Barbara Tucker,
Rosa Yemen,
Organ,
The Monks,
This Heat,
Flipper,
the Association,
Wire,
Public Image Ltd.,
Brothers Johnson,
Icehouse,
Iggy Pop,
The Five Americans,
Rod Modell,
Lakeside,
The Moody Blues,
Basic Channel,
Gichy Dan,
Jacques Brel,
Marshall Jefferson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kerri Chandler,
Pole,
Suicide,
Roger Hodgson,
Black Sheep,
China Crisis,
The Raincoats,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ituana,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.