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 Rwanda and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Barbara Tucker to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Magazine,
Peter and Kerry,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cybotron,
The Monks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pere Ubu,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cameo,
Silicon Teens,
Black Bananas,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Goldenarms,
Model 500,
Morten Harket,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Barrington Levy,
EPMD,
Ronan,
The J.B.'s,
the Bar-Kays,
Excepter,
Roy Ayers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scan 7,
Procol Harum,
The Moleskins,
Fad Gadget,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
John Foxx,
Spandau Ballet,
Carl Craig,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
David Bowie,
Quantec,
The Motions,
Minnie Riperton,
Pantytec,
Chris Corsano,
David McCallum,
The Fire Engines,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Duran Duran,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sun Ra,
The Real Kids,
Mo-Dettes,
Tears for Fears,
The Smoke,
Average White Band,
Los Fastidios,
Oblivians,
Pierre Henry,
Zero Boys,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Newcleus,
Terrestrial Tones,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Wally Richardson,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.