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 the UAE and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Marmalade to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Eric Copeland,
Sonny Sharrock,
Public Enemy,
Los Fastidios,
Flipper,
Scratch Acid,
Dead Boys,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dark Day,
Terrestrial Tones,
Whodini,
Visage,
John Lydon,
Lou Reed,
Alphaville,
The Residents,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Normal,
Donald Byrd,
Youth Brigade,
Mission of Burma,
Jacques Brel,
In Retrospect,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Germs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bill Wells,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Iggy Pop,
Yaz,
Shuggie Otis,
Tom Boy,
Thompson Twins,
Suicide,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Wally Richardson,
Robert Görl,
Agent Orange,
Eddi Front,
Bobby Womack,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Hasil Adkins,
The Human League,
The Raincoats,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Arcadia,
Crash Course in Science,
Roger Hodgson,
Sparks,
Buzzcocks,
Marmalade,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pylon,
Gong,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Unwound,
Marvin Gaye,
The Zeros,
Barry Ungar,
Negative Approach,
Be Bop Deluxe,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.