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 Mexico and from Cairo.
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 Bremen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 June Days to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Pantytec,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pussy Galore,
Alphaville,
DJ Sneak,
Monolake,
Loose Ends,
Al Stewart,
The Dave Clark Five,
Stetsasonic,
The Invisible,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Selecter,
The Monks,
L. Decosne,
the Germs,
Animal Collective,
The Saints,
Susan Cadogan,
The Leaves,
David Bowie,
Tom Boy,
Gabor Szabo,
The Sound,
Charles Mingus,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Motions,
Cal Tjader,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Roxette,
Sun Ra,
Easy Going,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
T. Rex,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Techniques,
the Human League,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Surgeon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
These Immortal Souls,
The Names,
Main Source,
Spandau Ballet,
Lyres,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Birthday Party,
Mad Mike,
Skarface,
Wolf Eyes,
Black Pus,
The Tremeloes,
Von Mondo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fear,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.