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 Slovakia and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 rock 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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Monolake,
Sister Nancy,
Eli Mardock,
the Germs,
Charles Mingus,
Brick,
The Blues Magoos,
Crooked Eye,
Porter Ricks,
Jandek,
Alphaville,
Minny Pops,
The Techniques,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marvin Gaye,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Dead C,
Youth Brigade,
The Vogues,
Tom Boy,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Cure,
Donny Hathaway,
Steve Hackett,
Sight & Sound,
Rhythm & Sound,
Accadde A,
Hashim,
Joey Negro,
EPMD,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lower 48,
Roy Ayers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cal Tjader,
Lungfish,
Swell Maps,
The Real Kids,
Rufus Thomas,
the Bar-Kays,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nirvana,
Rapeman,
The Neon Judgement,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Half Japanese,
Deakin,
Juan Atkins,
Lee Hazlewood,
Agent Orange,
Hasil Adkins,
Arcadia,
The Young Rascals,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Remains,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gerry Rafferty,
Moebius,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.