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 Suriname and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Pet Shop Boys to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Hoover,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Slits,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Colin Newman,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Motions,
Tropical Tobacco,
8 Eyed Spy,
Con Funk Shun,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
F. McDonald,
Janne Schatter,
Suburban Knight,
Donny Hathaway,
Sonny Sharrock,
Funky Four + One,
David McCallum,
Minnie Riperton,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Joey Negro,
The United States of America,
These Immortal Souls,
Jeff Lynne,
Alphaville,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Byron Stingily,
Pussy Galore,
Eric Dolphy,
Pagans,
Magazine,
Eric Copeland,
The Flesh Eaters,
Crash Course in Science,
Joyce Sims,
Dead Boys,
10cc,
R.M.O.,
Jerry's Kids,
The Standells,
Eddi Front,
The Pretty Things,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Sonics,
Q65,
B.T. Express,
The American Breed,
Sex Pistols,
Ossler,
Depeche Mode,
The Fuzztones,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Yellowson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.