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 Vietnam and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fat Boys 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 The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Scan 7,
The Velvet Underground,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Al Stewart,
Sister Nancy,
Lalann,
kango's stein massive,
The Music Machine,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Five Americans,
Dawn Penn,
The Real Kids,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fear,
ABBA,
Black Moon,
Niagra,
The New Christs,
K-Klass,
The Black Dice,
The Fugs,
The Tremeloes,
John Cale,
MDC,
The Victims,
Reuben Wilson,
The Cramps,
The Divine Comedy,
Steve Hackett,
Lakeside,
Spoonie Gee,
The Mojo Men,
Lee Hazlewood,
The J.B.'s,
cv313,
Gang Starr,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Supertramp,
Carl Craig,
Maleditus Sound,
T. Rex,
Nik Kershaw,
Scrapy,
Yazoo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Icehouse,
Susan Cadogan,
Kurtis Blow,
The Mummies,
Public Image Ltd.,
Parry Music,
Livin' Joy,
PIL,
Byron Stingily,
New Age Steppers,
Zapp,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Boz Scaggs,
Eve St. Jones,
Wings,
The Motions,
Avey Tare,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.