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 Singapore and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 synthesizer 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 Zapp to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
The Moody Blues,
Cheater Slicks,
The Gun Club,
The Buckinghams,
The Residents,
Derrick Morgan,
Marc Almond,
Yaz,
Camouflage,
The Vogues,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Evens,
Minor Threat,
Faraquet,
Theoretical Girls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Section 25,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nirvana,
Fad Gadget,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Unwound,
The Smoke,
Spandau Ballet,
Warsaw,
The Dead C,
Janne Schatter,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Average White Band,
Dark Day,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Howard Jones,
Cybotron,
The Dirtbombs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Walker Brothers,
The Real Kids,
Livin' Joy,
The Grass Roots,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bob Dylan,
The Monochrome Set,
The Litter,
Juan Atkins,
Chrome,
Chris & Cosey,
Ten City,
Soul II Soul,
Flipper,
L. Decosne,
Amazonics,
Chris Corsano,
The Last Poets,
Faust,
Rites of Spring,
Jeff Lynne,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.