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 Jamaica and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 mellotron 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 Little Man to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Grey Daturas,
Audionom,
The Blackbyrds,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pagans,
Eric Copeland,
Crash Course in Science,
Das Ding,
Tres Demented,
A Certain Ratio,
Hot Snakes,
Danielle Patucci,
Bobby Sherman,
Cheater Slicks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Gap Band,
The Angels of Light,
Organ,
Kurtis Blow,
Lucky Dragons,
The Raincoats,
Schoolly D,
Jeru the Damaja,
Y Pants,
Smog,
New Order,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kas Product,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Moby Grape,
Skaos,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Cure,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Velvet Underground,
Pylon,
Interpol,
Youth Brigade,
Sarah Menescal,
New Age Steppers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
John Foxx,
The Human League,
Letta Mbulu,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Don Cherry,
Mars,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Fire Engines,
Reagan Youth,
The Names,
Arcadia,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Monks,
Saccharine Trust,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.