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 Netherlands and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 harpsichord 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 Human League to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mars,
Eddi Front,
Depeche Mode,
Jacques Brel,
Sight & Sound,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cluster,
Joe Smooth,
OOIOO,
The United States of America,
Silicon Teens,
The Wake,
Sister Nancy,
June of 44,
Arcadia,
In Retrospect,
Brick,
Colin Newman,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Negative Approach,
John Holt,
Steve Hackett,
The Buckinghams,
DNA,
ABBA,
Dual Sessions,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mantronix,
K-Klass,
Los Fastidios,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Pop Group,
Von Mondo,
John Foxx,
Cymande,
Visage,
Patti Smith,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
This Heat,
the Slits,
Q65,
Roxy Music,
Lalo Schifrin,
La Düsseldorf,
Nils Olav,
The Victims,
MDC,
Popol Vuh,
Mo-Dettes,
the Association,
Trumans Water,
Al Stewart,
Sarah Menescal,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lyres,
The Star Department,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.