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 Spain and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 arpeggiator 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 the Association to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
ABBA,
Monks,
Peter & Gordon,
Grauzone,
Saccharine Trust,
Goldenarms,
Pussy Galore,
Public Image Ltd.,
Easy Going,
Niagra,
Das Ding,
These Immortal Souls,
Television,
Sight & Sound,
the Human League,
Simply Red,
Avey Tare,
Jeff Lynne,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gang Starr,
Mars,
Gang Green,
Index,
Neil Young,
F. McDonald,
Johnny Clarke,
Vainqueur,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Half Japanese,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sam Rivers,
The Raincoats,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pylon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
E-Dancer,
Surgeon,
The Remains,
Los Fastidios,
Bobby Sherman,
Agitation Free,
the Swans,
Dawn Penn,
The Blues Magoos,
The J.B.'s,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Busters,
The Moleskins,
Porter Ricks,
The Gories,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Saints,
Bauhaus,
Duran Duran,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.