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 Albania and from Salvador.
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 Copenhagen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 John Holt to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Eli Mardock,
Negative Approach,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Minny Pops,
Public Enemy,
Michelle Simonal,
The Durutti Column,
The Barracudas,
Toni Rubio,
Warsaw,
Idris Muhammad,
Cameo,
the Bar-Kays,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Massinfluence,
Nick Fraelich,
Camberwell Now,
Scan 7,
Tim Buckley,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eden Ahbez,
Fugazi,
Magma,
Suicide,
the Normal,
DNA,
Amon Düül II,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tom Boy,
Groovy Waters,
Fat Boys,
The Standells,
Boredoms,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Blancmange,
Kas Product,
The Monks,
Youth Brigade,
Bronski Beat,
Ituana,
Bauhaus,
The Pop Group,
Index,
Basic Channel,
Technova,
Banda Bassotti,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Brand Nubian,
Severed Heads,
Nils Olav,
Pere Ubu,
Depeche Mode,
The Sonics,
Theoretical Girls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Das Ding,
Mission of Burma,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.