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 Cameroon and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Brick to the rock 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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Sandy B,
X-101,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Icehouse,
Sonny Sharrock,
Symarip,
The Real Kids,
JFA,
Steve Hackett,
Nico,
Brand Nubian,
Jacob Miller,
Rites of Spring,
PIL,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tom Boy,
Ten City,
Warren Ellis,
Joy Division,
Rekid,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
FM Einheit,
ABBA,
Marc Almond,
Robert Hood,
The Motions,
Fat Boys,
Spoonie Gee,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kurtis Blow,
Scientists,
Average White Band,
Stiv Bators,
Jawbox,
Flipper,
Marshall Jefferson,
Agent Orange,
Lee Hazlewood,
Prince Buster,
Funkadelic,
the Human League,
Lightning Bolt,
Clear Light,
Oneida,
The Searchers,
Mantronix,
Vainqueur,
Eurythmics,
The Blues Magoos,
Altered Images,
Negative Approach,
LL Cool J,
Model 500,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Roy Ayers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Wally Richardson,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.