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 Czech Republic and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manchester.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Agitation Free to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Slick Rick,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Crime,
Shoche,
Peter and Kerry,
Absolute Body Control,
Scientists,
Intrusion,
Index,
Aloha Tigers,
Bluetip,
Bush Tetras,
Stockholm Monsters,
New Order,
The Techniques,
Yazoo,
The Star Department,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Black Dice,
The Evens,
David Axelrod,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lakeside,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Arcadia,
Steve Hackett,
DJ Sneak,
Lyres,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sight & Sound,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Robert Wyatt,
KRS-One,
New York Dolls,
The Leaves,
Desert Stars,
Jimmy McGriff,
Aswad,
Slave,
Half Japanese,
Bauhaus,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Count Five,
Model 500,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Junior Murvin,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Neu!,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
FM Einheit,
John Coltrane,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
James White and The Blacks,
a-ha,
Erasure,
Anthony Braxton,
The Trojans,
The Selecter,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
La Düsseldorf,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.