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 New Zealand and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Gang of Four to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
The Knickerbockers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sun City Girls,
Simply Red,
Infiniti,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Stetsasonic,
The Doors,
Underground Resistance,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cymande,
The Fortunes,
The Pretty Things,
Japan,
This Heat,
Y Pants,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pet Shop Boys,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ronnie Foster,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scientists,
Bill Wells,
The Trojans,
Eurythmics,
Harmonia,
Aloha Tigers,
Lou Reed,
Delta 5,
Chris & Cosey,
Kas Product,
Davy DMX,
The Seeds,
Bobby Byrd,
Guru Guru,
EPMD,
Dual Sessions,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Gladiators,
Supertramp,
Lyres,
Country Teasers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Slick Rick,
Amon Düül,
Crispy Ambulance,
Laurel Aitken,
Gang of Four,
the Association,
Faust,
The Smoke,
The Smiths,
Todd Terry,
Pierre Henry,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.