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 Algeria and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Duran Duran to the disco 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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up 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?
Mantronix,
Scott Walker,
The Move,
The Slackers,
Inner City,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Matthew Bourne,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Barracudas,
Michelle Simonal,
The Mummies,
Roxy Music,
The New Christs,
Country Teasers,
T. Rex,
Jesper Dahlback,
Aaron Thompson,
Parry Music,
Kerri Chandler,
Rufus Thomas,
The Skatalites,
Dennis Brown,
Skaos,
Pet Shop Boys,
Spoonie Gee,
Arcadia,
June of 44,
The Vogues,
Hot Snakes,
Amon Düül,
Lou Reed,
The Residents,
Wire,
Vainqueur,
Moss Icon,
Grauzone,
Moebius,
Ohio Players,
Joey Negro,
Rekid,
Cybotron,
Eve St. Jones,
The Red Krayola,
Liliput,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Human League,
Blancmange,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Delta 5,
Carl Craig,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ludus,
Bob Dylan,
Sällskapet,
ABC,
Rakim,
Ultravox,
Radiohead,
Sun City Girls,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.