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 Armenia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 Paris and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Jacques Brel to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Sun City Girls,
Rhythm & Sound,
Leonard Cohen,
Monks,
The Angels of Light,
The Monochrome Set,
Nick Fraelich,
Severed Heads,
Dual Sessions,
Jeff Mills,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gabor Szabo,
Radiohead,
Crime,
Reuben Wilson,
The Offenders,
Chrome,
Letta Mbulu,
Aaron Thompson,
Simply Red,
Juan Atkins,
the Swans,
New Order,
Organ,
The Move,
X-Ray Spex,
Jeff Lynne,
Jimmy McGriff,
The United States of America,
These Immortal Souls,
Davy DMX,
Main Source,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kurtis Blow,
Johnny Osbourne,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Roxette,
Depeche Mode,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Birthday Party,
The Neon Judgement,
The Trojans,
Howard Jones,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Soft Cell,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pagans,
The Real Kids,
Kaleidoscope,
Charles Mingus,
Boredoms,
Al Stewart,
Blake Baxter,
Country Teasers,
Qualms,
David McCallum,
Jacques Brel,
Mars,
Gil Scott Heron,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.