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 India and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba 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 Boredoms to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
The Music Machine,
This Heat,
Lower 48,
Q and Not U,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cybotron,
Moebius,
Moby Grape,
Sight & Sound,
a-ha,
Bill Wells,
Alton Ellis,
Flash Fearless,
Sun Ra,
Skriet,
Thompson Twins,
Letta Mbulu,
Chris Corsano,
Sandy B,
Soul II Soul,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pet Shop Boys,
Von Mondo,
The Barracudas,
Warren Ellis,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Golliwogs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Black Sheep,
The Toasters,
New York Dolls,
The Index,
The Sound,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Warsaw,
Janne Schatter,
Siglo XX,
John Cale,
the Soft Cell,
Big Daddy Kane,
Henry Cow,
The Durutti Column,
Dark Day,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Isaac Hayes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Metal Thangz,
Scott Walker,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bronski Beat,
The Blues Magoos,
Main Source,
Index,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.