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 Moldova and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Con Funk Shun to the electroclash 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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lakeside,
Thompson Twins,
Connie Case,
Ultra Naté,
Janne Schatter,
Rod Modell,
The Zeros,
Yaz,
The Fire Engines,
AZ,
Crime,
Faraquet,
John Holt,
The Angels of Light,
Guru Guru,
the Soft Cell,
Buzzcocks,
the Slits,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Martian,
Lungfish,
The Evens,
Depeche Mode,
Zero Boys,
Nirvana,
Boogie Down Productions,
Godley & Creme,
Youth Brigade,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sun Ra,
Traffic Nightmare,
Wally Richardson,
The Leaves,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Malaria!,
Mantronix,
The Selecter,
Colin Newman,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Hardrive,
Silicon Teens,
The Star Department,
Reuben Wilson,
the Swans,
Royal Trux,
The Detroit Cobras,
Essential Logic,
UT,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
A Certain Ratio,
Johnny Clarke,
Roxette,
The Dave Clark Five,
Joe Finger,
Echospace,
the Sonics,
Joyce Sims,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.