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 Botswana and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Barracudas to the rock 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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Names,
Theoretical Girls,
Bad Manners,
The Five Americans,
Tubeway Army,
Supertramp,
Judy Mowatt,
The Gories,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eurythmics,
U.S. Maple,
Glenn Branca,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Soft Cell,
Piero Umiliani,
Underground Resistance,
The Red Krayola,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Simply Red,
Matthew Halsall,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Gap Band,
Quantec,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Vogues,
Stockholm Monsters,
June of 44,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Wings,
Aloha Tigers,
The Skatalites,
Brand Nubian,
World's Most,
The Zeros,
10cc,
Mark Hollis,
Jeru the Damaja,
Laurel Aitken,
Jerry Gold Smith,
MDC,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Walker Brothers,
Neu!,
The Leaves,
Lakeside,
Banda Bassotti,
Delon & Dalcan,
Erasure,
Electric Prunes,
Soulsonic Force,
Khruangbin,
Barbara Tucker,
Smog,
La Düsseldorf,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Roger Hodgson,
Tres Demented,
Silicon Teens,
Jerry's Kids,
UT,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.