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 Andorra and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin 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 Colin Newman to the dance 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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
The Index,
The Knickerbockers,
The Five Americans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mars,
Gong,
Bob Dylan,
Donald Byrd,
Funkadelic,
Schoolly D,
Blancmange,
Barry Ungar,
Dorothy Ashby,
Patti Smith,
Lalann,
Young Marble Giants,
The Cowsills,
the Soft Cell,
Heaven 17,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bluetip,
Amazonics,
Mark Hollis,
Crash Course in Science,
Kerri Chandler,
Tommy Roe,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Trojans,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Sound,
One Last Wish,
Half Japanese,
Eric Copeland,
Thompson Twins,
Quando Quango,
the Sonics,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Television,
Crooked Eye,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jawbox,
Tears for Fears,
Nick Fraelich,
Tom Boy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
48th St. Collective,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Prince Buster,
Eve St. Jones,
Suicide,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ultravox,
Joe Smooth,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Fall,
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.