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 Armenia and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Japan to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Skarface,
ABBA,
Fear,
Chris & Cosey,
Gerry Rafferty,
Amon Düül,
Howard Jones,
Joe Smooth,
The Searchers,
Lakeside,
Faust,
Sound Behaviour,
The Electric Prunes,
Outsiders,
Robert Hood,
Nick Fraelich,
Terry Callier,
Qualms,
Junior Murvin,
Scion,
The Walker Brothers,
The Gap Band,
Jacob Miller,
Fugazi,
Bobby Hutcherson,
10cc,
Sonic Youth,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gang Gang Dance,
Erasure,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Divine Comedy,
Grauzone,
Byron Stingily,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Sound,
X-Ray Spex,
the Human League,
Popol Vuh,
Minnie Riperton,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Althea and Donna,
Quadrant,
Boredoms,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Mummies,
Piero Umiliani,
Bang On A Can,
Bizarre Inc.,
Trumans Water,
Sparks,
Adolescents,
Babytalk,
Technova,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sonny Sharrock,
Blossom Toes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Last Poets,
the Soft Cell,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.