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 Austria and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Stockholm.
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 güiro 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 Radio Birdman to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Jeff Lynne,
Joe Finger,
Public Image Ltd.,
Davy DMX,
Accadde A,
Marshall Jefferson,
Peter & Gordon,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Soft Cell,
Black Bananas,
Boredoms,
Excepter,
Tommy Roe,
The Residents,
Intrusion,
Alison Limerick,
Tubeway Army,
Johnny Osbourne,
LL Cool J,
The New Christs,
The Sound,
Make Up,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Crooked Eye,
Bad Manners,
H. Thieme,
Infiniti,
Black Flag,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Visage,
Cameo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Fall,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Vladislav Delay,
Warsaw,
Aloha Tigers,
Ossler,
Metal Thangz,
Erykah Badu,
Cheater Slicks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gang of Four,
John Foxx,
Suicide,
Byron Stingily,
Inner City,
Matthew Bourne,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
China Crisis,
R.M.O.,
David McCallum,
Gang Green,
Main Source,
Nik Kershaw,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Moody Blues,
Cybotron,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.