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 United States and from London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Taipei.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Erasure to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City 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 a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Eurythmics,
Roxette,
Visage,
Monolake,
Rod Modell,
Radiohead,
Ten City,
Audionom,
The Raincoats,
Pere Ubu,
Sound Behaviour,
Half Japanese,
Inner City,
Dorothy Ashby,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Clear Light,
Ituana,
The Flesh Eaters,
PIL,
Lungfish,
Unwound,
New York Dolls,
Black Sheep,
The Dave Clark Five,
Donny Hathaway,
X-101,
Swans,
Aloha Tigers,
Eve St. Jones,
Trumans Water,
Wire,
Stetsasonic,
The Dead C,
Silicon Teens,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Black Pus,
Kayak,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Human League,
Lakeside,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Morten Harket,
Idris Muhammad,
Mad Mike,
Ultravox,
Crime,
Letta Mbulu,
Second Layer,
The Shadows of Knight,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marshall Jefferson,
Magma,
Monks,
Michelle Simonal,
Alton Ellis,
Fela Kuti,
MC5,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.