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 Togo 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Holger Czukay 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 John Foxx to the rock 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 The Evens. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
DJ Sneak,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pulsallama,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
B.T. Express,
Al Stewart,
The Birthday Party,
The Dirtbombs,
Skarface,
Sex Pistols,
Patti Smith,
Peter and Kerry,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
48th St. Collective,
Thee Headcoats,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nick Fraelich,
The Grass Roots,
Roger Hodgson,
The Mojo Men,
Joe Finger,
Dawn Penn,
Leonard Cohen,
Darondo,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Wake,
the Swans,
Kayak,
Theoretical Girls,
Erasure,
Marvin Gaye,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Outsiders,
Porter Ricks,
the Sonics,
Mandrill,
cv313,
Minnie Riperton,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Guru Guru,
Hoover,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Saints,
Eurythmics,
The Divine Comedy,
Harmonia,
Saccharine Trust,
Das Ding,
Unrelated Segments,
Fat Boys,
The Busters,
Fatback Band,
Iggy Pop,
The Blues Magoos,
The Happenings,
Wolf Eyes,
Jeff Mills,
The Cowsills,
China Crisis,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.