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 Guyana and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Graham Central Station to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
The Five Americans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eric B and Rakim,
Albert Ayler,
Goldenarms,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Offenders,
Sällskapet,
Eddi Front,
Surgeon,
Iggy Pop,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Smoke,
the Bar-Kays,
Tom Boy,
Avey Tare,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ohio Players,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The United States of America,
The Motions,
Kaleidoscope,
Sandy B,
FM Einheit,
B.T. Express,
Pere Ubu,
Gabor Szabo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Grey Daturas,
Robert Hood,
kango's stein massive,
Mars,
The Star Department,
Brothers Johnson,
KRS-One,
Juan Atkins,
The Blues Magoos,
Stockholm Monsters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Residents,
Joensuu 1685,
Dead Boys,
Piero Umiliani,
Blossom Toes,
Nik Kershaw,
Loose Ends,
The Mojo Men,
Sarah Menescal,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Golliwogs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sexual Harrassment,
Neu!,
Joyce Sims,
Marc Almond,
The Saints,
Hasil Adkins,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.