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 Dominica and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the rock 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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sexual Harrassment,
Swans,
Aloha Tigers,
Das Ding,
Jerry's Kids,
The Fugs,
LL Cool J,
Grandmaster Flash,
New York Dolls,
Icehouse,
Radiopuhelimet,
Maurizio,
Blossom Toes,
Mars,
The Walker Brothers,
UT,
Jeff Lynne,
Laurel Aitken,
L. Decosne,
10cc,
Agitation Free,
Wolf Eyes,
Roxette,
Junior Murvin,
Rotary Connection,
AZ,
Q and Not U,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Gun Club,
The Slits,
Piero Umiliani,
James White and The Blacks,
The Litter,
Ronan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Stockholm Monsters,
Frankie Knuckles,
Delta 5,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tubeway Army,
The Smoke,
The Names,
R.M.O.,
Suburban Knight,
Danielle Patucci,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Babytalk,
Anthony Braxton,
Glambeats Corp.,
Half Japanese,
Motorama,
Flipper,
Chrome,
the Slits,
Pere Ubu,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Electric Prunes,
Make Up,
Vladislav Delay,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.