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 Ghana and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 Manchester and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jesper Dahlback to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Crispian St. Peters,
Max Romeo,
World's Most,
Severed Heads,
Inner City,
The Buckinghams,
MDC,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Avey Tare,
Quantec,
Von Mondo,
Yusef Lateef,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rod Modell,
Pussy Galore,
The American Breed,
Alice Coltrane,
Tropical Tobacco,
CMW,
Ituana,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Don Cherry,
Slick Rick,
The Pop Group,
Can,
Terry Callier,
Minnie Riperton,
Theoretical Girls,
Joey Negro,
Colin Newman,
T.S.O.L.,
Laurel Aitken,
Tears for Fears,
Chris & Cosey,
China Crisis,
The Golliwogs,
Model 500,
Eyeless In Gaza,
JFA,
Average White Band,
Make Up,
Cameo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Buzzcocks,
Lyres,
Half Japanese,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Letta Mbulu,
One Last Wish,
Matthew Halsall,
Ossler,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Aloha Tigers,
Mr. Review,
Adolescents,
The Blues Magoos,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.