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 Niger and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Depeche Mode to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Joyce Sims,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ituana,
Eli Mardock,
Suicide,
The Mummies,
The Toasters,
Unrelated Segments,
Be Bop Deluxe,
PIL,
E-Dancer,
Roxy Music,
Max Romeo,
Masters at Work,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Wings,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Move,
Nirvana,
Wire,
Ice-T,
Drive Like Jehu,
X-Ray Spex,
Pere Ubu,
The Young Rascals,
Soulsonic Force,
Massinfluence,
Little Man,
Cymande,
Sarah Menescal,
Index,
Zero Boys,
AZ,
Eve St. Jones,
Flamin' Groovies,
Liliput,
June Days,
Roger Hodgson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sonic Youth,
Dead Boys,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Grass Roots,
China Crisis,
Eurythmics,
The Velvet Underground,
Gastr Del Sol,
Josef K,
Surgeon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ken Boothe,
The Remains,
The Saints,
Pylon,
Lalann,
Donald Byrd,
The Birthday Party,
Derrick Morgan,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.