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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 organ 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 Toni Rubio to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Stetsasonic,
June of 44,
Negative Approach,
The Detroit Cobras,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Wasted Youth,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Byron Stingily,
Joey Negro,
Guru Guru,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Black Bananas,
The Move,
The Monochrome Set,
The J.B.'s,
Ronnie Foster,
Alison Limerick,
Y Pants,
Theoretical Girls,
The Young Rascals,
Matthew Bourne,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Barracudas,
Excepter,
The Pop Group,
Curtis Mayfield,
Alice Coltrane,
The Names,
Reagan Youth,
Hashim,
Grauzone,
Eric Dolphy,
The Cowsills,
Sam Rivers,
Gichy Dan,
Deakin,
Flamin' Groovies,
Funkadelic,
Unwound,
Pantaleimon,
Little Man,
Avey Tare,
48th St. Collective,
Sex Pistols,
Magazine,
Ituana,
Warren Ellis,
Eurythmics,
Roxette,
E-Dancer,
Yusef Lateef,
Surgeon,
Oblivians,
Motorama,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.