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 Kenya and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Michael McDonald 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 Scratch Acid to the grunge 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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
The Buckinghams,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Metal Thangz,
Duran Duran,
Soft Cell,
Slave,
Young Marble Giants,
The Fall,
CMW,
Dave Gahan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
K-Klass,
R.M.O.,
The Gap Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Brothers Johnson,
Schoolly D,
Fat Boys,
FM Einheit,
The Litter,
The Black Dice,
Mad Mike,
Mo-Dettes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Niagra,
Cheater Slicks,
Marc Almond,
The American Breed,
The Offenders,
Deepchord,
Black Moon,
Lalo Schifrin,
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Godley & Creme,
Jeff Lynne,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bobby Womack,
The Fire Engines,
Steve Hackett,
Spandau Ballet,
Soulsonic Force,
Sparks,
Toni Rubio,
Neil Young,
Liliput,
Gong,
Eli Mardock,
Groovy Waters,
Sällskapet,
Angry Samoans,
Marmalade,
Maurizio,
Neu!,
Ultra Naté,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pet Shop Boys,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.