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 United States and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 Seoul and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 the Fania All-Stars to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
The Index,
Audionom,
Alison Limerick,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Alarm Clocks,
Supertramp,
Scientists,
Fad Gadget,
Essential Logic,
Suicide,
Harpers Bizarre,
New Order,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pulsallama,
Massinfluence,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Man Eating Sloth,
Reagan Youth,
Parry Music,
Kool Moe Dee,
Joy Division,
The Fortunes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Peter & Gordon,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Victims,
Trumans Water,
The Slackers,
Donny Hathaway,
The Busters,
Scan 7,
The Star Department,
The Litter,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Wasted Youth,
Japan,
The Mojo Men,
Quadrant,
Marc Almond,
MC5,
Nils Olav,
Negative Approach,
Tommy Roe,
The Divine Comedy,
Ohio Players,
Aural Exciters,
Al Stewart,
Derrick Morgan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Procol Harum,
The Martian,
Thompson Twins,
The Barracudas,
The Trojans,
Skriet,
the Bar-Kays,
B.T. Express,
Bad Manners,
Erasure,
the Normal,
Chris Corsano,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.