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 Hungary and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Girls At Our Best! to the disco 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Wally Richardson,
Echospace,
Bill Near,
The Fuzztones,
Marshall Jefferson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Doobie Brothers,
Funkadelic,
Juan Atkins,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kenny Larkin,
E-Dancer,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Alison Limerick,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pere Ubu,
Letta Mbulu,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Radiohead,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Star Department,
The Motions,
Aural Exciters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Supertramp,
Section 25,
Boredoms,
The Trojans,
Simply Red,
Rod Modell,
Motorama,
Schoolly D,
The Moleskins,
Jawbox,
Rotary Connection,
Duran Duran,
Kurtis Blow,
Connie Case,
Eurythmics,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Don Cherry,
The Count Five,
Warren Ellis,
Gichy Dan,
Yellowson,
Pagans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Roger Hodgson,
Jacob Miller,
The Fortunes,
T.S.O.L.,
Spandau Ballet,
Accadde A,
the Human League,
Cheater Slicks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Mojo Men,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.