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 Equatorial Guinea and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Icehouse to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Mojo Men,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dave Gahan,
Henry Cow,
Aaron Thompson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Surgeon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Howard Jones,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bang On A Can,
Pierre Henry,
Sonic Youth,
Janne Schatter,
Jawbox,
Duran Duran,
Mantronix,
Rotary Connection,
Ossler,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Happenings,
Country Teasers,
Sister Nancy,
Von Mondo,
The Techniques,
Gichy Dan,
Stereo Dub,
Siglo XX,
Letta Mbulu,
Adolescents,
PIL,
The New Christs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Joey Negro,
Qualms,
Metal Thangz,
Blake Baxter,
Roy Ayers,
Andrew Hill,
Stetsasonic,
Scientists,
Slave,
Crime,
Whodini,
Sällskapet,
The Beau Brummels,
Nico,
Althea and Donna,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fugazi,
AZ,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
cv313,
Dawn Penn,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Connie Case,
Gabor Szabo,
Tubeway Army,
Joensuu 1685,
Eve St. Jones,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.