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 Kiribati and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 rhodes 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 Drive Like Jehu to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Raincoats,
Marvin Gaye,
The Birthday Party,
The Fall,
Siglo XX,
Crispy Ambulance,
Soulsonic Force,
Cluster,
L. Decosne,
Nico,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Brick,
Steve Hackett,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Junior Murvin,
Heaven 17,
R.M.O.,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
ABBA,
Frankie Knuckles,
Erasure,
Television,
Matthew Bourne,
The Victims,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Barracudas,
K-Klass,
Jerry's Kids,
Quando Quango,
Gang Green,
The Sound,
Lalo Schifrin,
Robert Hood,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bad Manners,
Deepchord,
John Lydon,
Gong,
Lalann,
Severed Heads,
Subhumans,
The Velvet Underground,
Swans,
The Walker Brothers,
Soft Machine,
The Stooges,
Delta 5,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Country Teasers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lungfish,
The Smiths,
the Fania All-Stars,
CMW,
Black Moon,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.