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 Ghana and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manchester.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 The United States of America to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer 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 a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Josef K,
Silicon Teens,
Wally Richardson,
Bobby Sherman,
Alphaville,
The Happenings,
Motorama,
Brothers Johnson,
Crash Course in Science,
Magma,
Derrick May,
Half Japanese,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mad Mike,
Intrusion,
Gang Starr,
Liliput,
Marc Almond,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
One Last Wish,
Soulsonic Force,
48th St. Collective,
Sixth Finger,
The Slackers,
Angry Samoans,
Spandau Ballet,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Flesh Eaters,
New Order,
Eve St. Jones,
the Soft Cell,
World's Most,
Alison Limerick,
Cluster,
Blake Baxter,
Pantaleimon,
Guru Guru,
Danielle Patucci,
Yazoo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pulsallama,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Stiv Bators,
The Grass Roots,
Animal Collective,
Delta 5,
The Motions,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
E-Dancer,
Blancmange,
Moby Grape,
Marmalade,
Procol Harum,
Gang Green,
Ponytail,
Ralphi Rosario,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Radio Birdman,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.