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 Latvia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 theremin 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 The Dave Clark Five to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Davy DMX,
Susan Cadogan,
Organ,
One Last Wish,
Guru Guru,
Boredoms,
Pagans,
The Dirtbombs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Maurizio,
Toni Rubio,
The Music Machine,
Scientists,
Essential Logic,
Rotary Connection,
Little Man,
A Certain Ratio,
Pere Ubu,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Babytalk,
Visage,
Nico,
Barbara Tucker,
Desert Stars,
The Moody Blues,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Count Five,
The Martian,
Drive Like Jehu,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lalo Schifrin,
Funkadelic,
Funky Four + One,
Glenn Branca,
Quando Quango,
The Fuzztones,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rhythm & Sound,
Piero Umiliani,
Camouflage,
Dark Day,
Loose Ends,
Junior Murvin,
Johnny Clarke,
The New Christs,
Dave Gahan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Black Dice,
the Association,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Golliwogs,
Deakin,
Freddie Wadling,
Boz Scaggs,
The Mummies,
Bizarre Inc.,
Angry Samoans,
Fad Gadget,
Arcadia,
Steve Hackett,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.