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 Morocco and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Remains to the disco 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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
The Slits,
Fugazi,
Ohio Players,
Frankie Knuckles,
Erasure,
The Smoke,
Delon & Dalcan,
Roy Ayers,
The Star Department,
Wings,
Sexual Harrassment,
Royal Trux,
Faust,
Hasil Adkins,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Victims,
The Toasters,
Andrew Hill,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sun City Girls,
Goldenarms,
Arab on Radar,
The Young Rascals,
The Trojans,
Liliput,
The Gun Club,
Blake Baxter,
David Axelrod,
Livin' Joy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Moody Blues,
Delta 5,
Quando Quango,
Thee Headcoats,
Steve Hackett,
Brothers Johnson,
T.S.O.L.,
the Normal,
The Standells,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Sonics,
Leonard Cohen,
The Motions,
Gong,
Camberwell Now,
Minutemen,
Crooked Eye,
Black Moon,
Shuggie Otis,
Toni Rubio,
Alice Coltrane,
Robert Wyatt,
David Bowie,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.