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 Ecuador and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Dead Boys to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Yellowson,
One Last Wish,
OOIOO,
Barrington Levy,
Arcadia,
Mandrill,
Wasted Youth,
Skriet,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kayak,
Crash Course in Science,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scan 7,
Au Pairs,
Q65,
Echospace,
The Grass Roots,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Seeds,
PIL,
The Martian,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Depeche Mode,
Pulsallama,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
David Bowie,
Kaleidoscope,
The Residents,
Inner City,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Zero Boys,
Ultra Naté,
Pierre Henry,
Leonard Cohen,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lou Christie,
The Victims,
Scratch Acid,
Moebius,
Jacques Brel,
Hasil Adkins,
Morten Harket,
World's Most,
Bob Dylan,
Laurel Aitken,
MC5,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Half Japanese,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Index,
The Five Americans,
Whodini,
Suicide,
Das Ding,
Ossler,
Terry Callier,
Mission of Burma,
Pussy Galore,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Index,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.