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 Iceland and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Five Americans to the rap 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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
The Motions,
Erasure,
Wire,
Sixth Finger,
Colin Newman,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tres Demented,
the Sonics,
Zero Boys,
Vladislav Delay,
Eden Ahbez,
DJ Sneak,
Dave Gahan,
Rekid,
Goldenarms,
Derrick Morgan,
Lou Reed,
Yellowson,
Groovy Waters,
Pet Shop Boys,
Connie Case,
Brass Construction,
The Alarm Clocks,
Janne Schatter,
The Star Department,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pantytec,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ultimate Spinach,
Icehouse,
Chrome,
Roxy Music,
Bluetip,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Siglo XX,
Slick Rick,
Rapeman,
Pulsallama,
The Human League,
8 Eyed Spy,
Magma,
Boz Scaggs,
Reuben Wilson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Man Parrish,
Alphaville,
Fluxion,
the Swans,
Eric Copeland,
Nirvana,
Bush Tetras,
The Divine Comedy,
Wasted Youth,
The Young Rascals,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Audionom,
Swans,
Blossom Toes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.