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 Bolivia 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Stereo Dub to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Mr. Review,
Groovy Waters,
Section 25,
One Last Wish,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Tremeloes,
Wire,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Drive Like Jehu,
This Heat,
Whodini,
Zero Boys,
the Slits,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Germs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Electric Prunes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bad Manners,
The Red Krayola,
Sixth Finger,
Brothers Johnson,
Funkadelic,
Scan 7,
Peter & Gordon,
Franke,
China Crisis,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Crash Course in Science,
Pylon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Amon Düül,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Duran Duran,
Little Man,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eric Dolphy,
The Sound,
The Slackers,
Dennis Brown,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Inner City,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fad Gadget,
Yazoo,
Buzzcocks,
a-ha,
Essential Logic,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Laurel Aitken,
Arthur Verocai,
Andrew Hill,
The Walker Brothers,
Lungfish,
Livin' Joy,
Moebius,
Clear Light,
Roxette,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.