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 Afghanistan and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin 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 Talk Talk 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
The Real Kids,
Stockholm Monsters,
Howard Jones,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Black Flag,
Roy Ayers,
Ultravox,
Urselle,
Funkadelic,
Can,
Arthur Verocai,
Matthew Bourne,
Amazonics,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mantronix,
Todd Rundgren,
Susan Cadogan,
Groovy Waters,
The Index,
The Star Department,
T. Rex,
Eric Copeland,
Marmalade,
The Pretty Things,
Marc Almond,
Thee Headcoats,
Minutemen,
Echospace,
The Walker Brothers,
Ituana,
The Neon Judgement,
Marvin Gaye,
Albert Ayler,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Monochrome Set,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pharoah Sanders,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Aloha Tigers,
Cluster,
Unwound,
Supertramp,
Al Stewart,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Golliwogs,
Ludus,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Roger Hodgson,
Cal Tjader,
Suburban Knight,
Fear,
Mad Mike,
Livin' Joy,
48th St. Collective,
Agent Orange,
Metal Thangz,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.