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 Lesotho and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 Brothers Johnson to the techno 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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Scion,
the Soft Cell,
Bush Tetras,
Avey Tare,
Jerry's Kids,
The Flesh Eaters,
E-Dancer,
Sparks,
Babytalk,
The Beau Brummels,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Fugs,
The Slits,
Rufus Thomas,
Nils Olav,
Sällskapet,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Moleskins,
Marine Girls,
Eric Dolphy,
Kerri Chandler,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Todd Rundgren,
AZ,
The Moody Blues,
Jandek,
The Motions,
Erasure,
Faraquet,
B.T. Express,
Black Moon,
Steve Hackett,
The Litter,
The Mojo Men,
Average White Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Searchers,
The Gories,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Doors,
Gang Green,
MDC,
The Grass Roots,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
X-Ray Spex,
Suicide,
Intrusion,
Nico,
These Immortal Souls,
Moby Grape,
Japan,
Eden Ahbez,
Mad Mike,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kenny Larkin,
The Tremeloes,
K-Klass,
Severed Heads,
UT,
Bizarre Inc.,
Derrick Morgan,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.