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 Panama and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Rod Modell to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Danielle Patucci,
The Index,
Saccharine Trust,
Audionom,
Ronnie Foster,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Graham Central Station,
David McCallum,
Hasil Adkins,
Cheater Slicks,
Thee Headcoats,
Sound Behaviour,
Lou Reed,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Stereo Dub,
Ken Boothe,
These Immortal Souls,
Lyres,
The Smiths,
Bauhaus,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Hoover,
Radiohead,
Rites of Spring,
Khruangbin,
Bad Manners,
The Monochrome Set,
Organ,
ABBA,
Stockholm Monsters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Monolake,
Kool Moe Dee,
Country Teasers,
10cc,
Wire,
Massinfluence,
Neil Young,
Todd Rundgren,
Swell Maps,
The American Breed,
The Barracudas,
Carl Craig,
Das Ding,
Harmonia,
Ossler,
H. Thieme,
This Heat,
The Fugs,
Marmalade,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Slits,
Prince Buster,
Lightning Bolt,
Buzzcocks,
Oblivians,
The Fortunes,
Sex Pistols,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Star Department,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Main Source,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.