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 St Lucia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Public Image Ltd. to the disco 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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rod Modell,
Vladislav Delay,
Groovy Waters,
Sparks,
Wolf Eyes,
Roy Ayers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lakeside,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mandrill,
Sixth Finger,
Derrick May,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sound Behaviour,
Excepter,
Marmalade,
Dead Boys,
Interpol,
Ultimate Spinach,
Byron Stingily,
The Leaves,
Stiv Bators,
the Slits,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Yellowson,
Massinfluence,
Trumans Water,
The United States of America,
One Last Wish,
Scrapy,
The Moody Blues,
Anthony Braxton,
Arab on Radar,
L. Decosne,
Donald Byrd,
DNA,
Funkadelic,
James White and The Blacks,
Eli Mardock,
Harmonia,
The Index,
Neil Young,
Suicide,
Jesper Dahlback,
Crash Course in Science,
Flash Fearless,
Arthur Verocai,
Mad Mike,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dennis Brown,
Neu!,
The Divine Comedy,
Rites of Spring,
The Cure,
Al Stewart,
Vainqueur,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Magma,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.