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 Poland and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Soft Cell to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Jeff Lynne,
Nils Olav,
Susan Cadogan,
Severed Heads,
The Fall,
Sällskapet,
Roxette,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jacob Miller,
Audionom,
The Slits,
the Slits,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gang of Four,
Kerri Chandler,
Sound Behaviour,
The New Christs,
Kayak,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bluetip,
DNA,
Silicon Teens,
Yaz,
Tommy Roe,
The Sonics,
Peter & Gordon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Doobie Brothers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Raincoats,
Matthew Halsall,
Hot Snakes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Peter and Kerry,
Schoolly D,
U.S. Maple,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fatback Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Amazonics,
Eden Ahbez,
Laurel Aitken,
Pharoah Sanders,
Inner City,
Pagans,
Fluxion,
Newcleus,
Model 500,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Livin' Joy,
The Last Poets,
Davy DMX,
Niagra,
Lindisfarne,
Clear Light,
Joey Negro,
Ultra Naté,
The Monks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Evens,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.