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 Zimbabwe and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Madrid.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Cymande to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Prince Buster,
La Düsseldorf,
D'Angelo,
Eurythmics,
Niagra,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Joey Negro,
Aaron Thompson,
Kurtis Blow,
Easy Going,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Matthew Halsall,
Pere Ubu,
Joe Finger,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Roxette,
The Divine Comedy,
Metal Thangz,
Lou Christie,
New Age Steppers,
James White and The Blacks,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Fuzztones,
Accadde A,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Alphaville,
Ultravox,
Skarface,
The Shadows of Knight,
Robert Wyatt,
Donald Byrd,
Livin' Joy,
Oneida,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scientists,
Gong,
Dorothy Ashby,
Wolf Eyes,
The Monks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Monolake,
The Moleskins,
Rekid,
Alton Ellis,
Altered Images,
Minor Threat,
Television,
Steve Hackett,
Skaos,
Bootsy Collins,
Bill Near,
Goldenarms,
Sonic Youth,
The Pretty Things,
June Days,
Excepter,
Mars,
Nas,
Ice-T,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Black Dice,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.