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 Kazakhstan and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 the Soft Cell to the punk 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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
The Shadows of Knight,
Soul Sonic Force,
Matthew Bourne,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Terrestrial Tones,
Urselle,
The Velvet Underground,
Outsiders,
Lou Reed,
Sixth Finger,
Deadbeat,
The Tremeloes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Black Flag,
Tim Buckley,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Steve Hackett,
Altered Images,
The Count Five,
Sun Ra,
Saccharine Trust,
Sparks,
Fad Gadget,
Heaven 17,
Circle Jerks,
FM Einheit,
Negative Approach,
Funkadelic,
Lungfish,
Reagan Youth,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rosa Yemen,
Monolake,
Alison Limerick,
The Real Kids,
Supertramp,
Camouflage,
Aural Exciters,
Wasted Youth,
Lightning Bolt,
The Red Krayola,
The Fuzztones,
Man Parrish,
Faraquet,
Interpol,
Nico,
Crash Course in Science,
The Sisters of Mercy,
B.T. Express,
Flash Fearless,
Nick Fraelich,
Sun City Girls,
The Angels of Light,
Unwound,
The J.B.'s,
The Misunderstood,
Jeff Mills,
Japan,
the Bar-Kays,
48th St. Collective,
Tommy Roe,
Avey Tare,
The Litter,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.