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 Kiribati and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Scion to the techno 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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads 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 marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Eric Copeland,
The Raincoats,
Matthew Halsall,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Flipper,
Bobby Womack,
Todd Rundgren,
F. McDonald,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lucky Dragons,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Crime,
Dave Gahan,
Metal Thangz,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kayak,
Negative Approach,
Goldenarms,
David Bowie,
Neil Young,
The Star Department,
MDC,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rufus Thomas,
Rapeman,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
John Lydon,
Radio Birdman,
Letta Mbulu,
Ultra Naté,
Japan,
Sun City Girls,
The Trojans,
Cybotron,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Young Marble Giants,
Dark Day,
Pulsallama,
The Martian,
Junior Murvin,
Rosa Yemen,
H. Thieme,
The Moleskins,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bill Wells,
The Beau Brummels,
Public Enemy,
Eve St. Jones,
Man Parrish,
Pole,
Crash Course in Science,
Chris Corsano,
The Seeds,
Tropical Tobacco,
a-ha,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Alphaville,
The Motions,
The Sound,
The Blues Magoos,
The Invisible,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.