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 Uzbekistan and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Visage to the grime 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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Mars,
Motorama,
The Moleskins,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Duran Duran,
Janne Schatter,
The Young Rascals,
The Techniques,
The Modern Lovers,
Arcadia,
The Alarm Clocks,
Second Layer,
Harry Pussy,
Davy DMX,
kango's stein massive,
Wasted Youth,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ossler,
Fluxion,
Maurizio,
Lungfish,
The Last Poets,
Gastr Del Sol,
Letta Mbulu,
Wire,
Ronnie Foster,
Groovy Waters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mad Mike,
Mandrill,
Sight & Sound,
Altered Images,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kenny Larkin,
Ludus,
Barclay James Harvest,
Johnny Clarke,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Zapp,
Kas Product,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nas,
Eve St. Jones,
Newcleus,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ornette Coleman,
Lalann,
Girls At Our Best!,
Danielle Patucci,
OOIOO,
Quando Quango,
Q and Not U,
The Moody Blues,
Ken Boothe,
The Wake,
Tim Buckley,
The Five Americans,
The Remains,
Inner City,
T. Rex,
Peter and Kerry,
The Dirtbombs,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.