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 Egypt and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 sitar 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 Heaven 17 to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and an organ 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 theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sound Behaviour,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Darondo,
The Standells,
K-Klass,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nick Fraelich,
Young Marble Giants,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Dave Clark Five,
Yaz,
Johnny Clarke,
Brass Construction,
The Index,
Royal Trux,
Crispy Ambulance,
Joy Division,
JFA,
Scott Walker,
The J.B.'s,
Vladislav Delay,
Malaria!,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Seeds,
Faraquet,
Warren Ellis,
The Evens,
David McCallum,
Subhumans,
Q65,
Roger Hodgson,
Pantaleimon,
Public Enemy,
Don Cherry,
Funky Four + One,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Audionom,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tubeway Army,
Chris & Cosey,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Count Five,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sonic Youth,
Rites of Spring,
Tommy Roe,
Depeche Mode,
Supertramp,
Suicide,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Radiohead,
Silicon Teens,
Ultra Naté,
Swell Maps,
Eddi Front,
Alphaville,
The Gladiators,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.