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 Thailand and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 Taipei and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Lou Reed 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 Drexciya to the techno 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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cal Tjader,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Patti Smith,
the Germs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Normal,
This Heat,
Judy Mowatt,
Rosa Yemen,
Mark Hollis,
Urselle,
Swell Maps,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pagans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Barclay James Harvest,
Malaria!,
The Star Department,
PIL,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jeff Lynne,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Masters at Work,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Erykah Badu,
Derrick Morgan,
Mandrill,
Reuben Wilson,
Spandau Ballet,
Bobby Sherman,
ABC,
Hasil Adkins,
Jeru the Damaja,
EPMD,
Marc Almond,
Magazine,
Deadbeat,
Yellowson,
The Modern Lovers,
Niagra,
The Barracudas,
the Slits,
Skarface,
Glambeats Corp.,
Johnny Clarke,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Durutti Column,
Altered Images,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Offenders,
The Gladiators,
Tres Demented,
Byron Stingily,
June Days,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Toasters,
The Misunderstood,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jesper Dahlback,
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.