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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 David Bowie 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 Marvin Gaye to the crunk 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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Basic Channel,
Rites of Spring,
Organ,
Bill Near,
Pantaleimon,
CMW,
The Trojans,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nas,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rhythm & Sound,
Masters at Work,
Visage,
Anakelly,
D'Angelo,
The Skatalites,
Junior Murvin,
Accadde A,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Grass Roots,
Man Parrish,
James Chance & The Contortions,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Banda Bassotti,
H. Thieme,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Remains,
Ronan,
The Slits,
The Gun Club,
The Vogues,
Maurizio,
Hardrive,
Depeche Mode,
Angry Samoans,
Harmonia,
Barry Ungar,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sexual Harrassment,
Quantec,
This Heat,
OOIOO,
Los Fastidios,
Howard Jones,
Steve Hackett,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
The New Christs,
Cybotron,
FM Einheit,
Jimmy McGriff,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
New Order,
Slave,
Ponytail,
Gil Scott Heron,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
John Foxx,
Josef K,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.