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 Yemen and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 B.T. Express to the punk 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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Tears for Fears,
Flamin' Groovies,
Essential Logic,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Mummies,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Crispy Ambulance,
Radiopuhelimet,
Be Bop Deluxe,
James White and The Blacks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marc Almond,
PIL,
Porter Ricks,
The Seeds,
Pierre Henry,
Fad Gadget,
The Modern Lovers,
The Fugs,
Au Pairs,
Moby Grape,
Underground Resistance,
Roxy Music,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Little Man,
Bobby Womack,
Donny Hathaway,
Eli Mardock,
Smog,
Soulsonic Force,
Steve Hackett,
Electric Prunes,
The Trojans,
Eddi Front,
The Flesh Eaters,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jeru the Damaja,
Graham Central Station,
Fugazi,
John Foxx,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Black Moon,
Circle Jerks,
the Swans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marcia Griffiths,
Quantec,
Anthony Braxton,
Johnny Osbourne,
The United States of America,
K-Klass,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Fortunes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Connie Case,
The Gladiators,
Lebanon Hanover,
The New Christs,
Aswad,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.