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 Malawi and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Bluetip to the dance 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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mad Mike,
Liliput,
Man Parrish,
Roger Hodgson,
Robert Hood,
Aloha Tigers,
Charles Mingus,
Bobby Sherman,
Sugar Minott,
The Victims,
Oblivians,
Kevin Saunderson,
Interpol,
Gang Green,
Khruangbin,
The Count Five,
The Music Machine,
Jerry's Kids,
The Moody Blues,
OOIOO,
Ohio Players,
Groovy Waters,
The Mummies,
The United States of America,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
X-102,
Morten Harket,
Frankie Knuckles,
June of 44,
Fluxion,
Arcadia,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Unwound,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Gun Club,
Ultravox,
Schoolly D,
ABBA,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Shuggie Otis,
Faraquet,
Cecil Taylor,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
F. McDonald,
Eden Ahbez,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Human League,
Fad Gadget,
Al Stewart,
The Durutti Column,
Pantytec,
Basic Channel,
Albert Ayler,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fear,
Dorothy Ashby,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.