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 Tanzania and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 linndrum 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
The Motions,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gabor Szabo,
The Remains,
Thee Headcoats,
Technova,
The Real Kids,
Patti Smith,
Nation of Ulysses,
Television,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
a-ha,
ABBA,
Letta Mbulu,
Basic Channel,
Gong,
T.S.O.L.,
Tres Demented,
The Dirtbombs,
Cameo,
The Gun Club,
Ronan,
Jerry's Kids,
The Victims,
Liliput,
KRS-One,
Roxy Music,
Bill Near,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Velvet Underground,
Yazoo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jacques Brel,
D'Angelo,
The Searchers,
T. Rex,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Archie Shepp,
The Moleskins,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bobby Womack,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
New Order,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fatback Band,
Smog,
Wire,
Rekid,
Monolake,
Davy DMX,
Pagans,
Stetsasonic,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
cv313,
Delon & Dalcan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Monochrome Set,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mandrill,
OOIOO,
Das Ding,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.