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 Iraq and from Jakarta.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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 Neon Judgement,
The Trojans,
Black Moon,
Hasil Adkins,
Eric B and Rakim,
Aswad,
The Velvet Underground,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Derrick May,
Fluxion,
Jacques Brel,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bill Near,
Kerri Chandler,
Erykah Badu,
The Grass Roots,
The Toasters,
Yaz,
Tears for Fears,
Desert Stars,
Los Fastidios,
the Normal,
The Gun Club,
Spoonie Gee,
Chrome,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Knickerbockers,
Zero Boys,
B.T. Express,
Girls At Our Best!,
Black Bananas,
Ornette Coleman,
Lakeside,
The Gap Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Das Ding,
Mantronix,
Symarip,
Gong,
Grey Daturas,
The Golliwogs,
Marc Almond,
The Doors,
The Names,
Dead Boys,
Deakin,
Surgeon,
Cybotron,
Iggy Pop,
Rod Modell,
Public Enemy,
The Cowsills,
Q and Not U,
John Foxx,
Simply Red,
Eden Ahbez,
Boz Scaggs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Section 25,
Suburban Knight,
Swell Maps,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.