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 Mongolia and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Terrestrial Tones to the punk 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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Sonics,
Aaron Thompson,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Beau Brummels,
Simply Red,
Radiopuhelimet,
Leonard Cohen,
The Music Machine,
Blossom Toes,
Jeff Lynne,
Crash Course in Science,
the Germs,
Boredoms,
Skaos,
Godley & Creme,
The Velvet Underground,
The Gap Band,
Neil Young,
Lou Reed,
Motorama,
Siglo XX,
Barclay James Harvest,
Skriet,
Saccharine Trust,
Joyce Sims,
Livin' Joy,
Gabor Szabo,
Todd Terry,
Soft Cell,
Magma,
Hoover,
Nirvana,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Techniques,
Arcadia,
Ohio Players,
Depeche Mode,
Moby Grape,
Lower 48,
the Normal,
Brothers Johnson,
Davy DMX,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Soft Cell,
The Last Poets,
The Searchers,
The Victims,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Howard Jones,
Aswad,
The Index,
Jandek,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gichy Dan,
The Selecter,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
B.T. Express,
Tubeway Army,
The Knickerbockers,
Sight & Sound,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.