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 Sierra Leone and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Jesper Dahlback to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Hasil Adkins,
Lyres,
The Moleskins,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Iggy Pop,
In Retrospect,
Television Personalities,
Adolescents,
Television,
Massinfluence,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Shuggie Otis,
Skaos,
Absolute Body Control,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Angels of Light,
Vladislav Delay,
Hardrive,
Judy Mowatt,
Alphaville,
Agitation Free,
Big Daddy Kane,
Buzzcocks,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Mojo Men,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ludus,
Sight & Sound,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Brand Nubian,
The Dirtbombs,
Boz Scaggs,
The Electric Prunes,
Donny Hathaway,
Junior Murvin,
David McCallum,
The Index,
Unwound,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Human League,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eve St. Jones,
Niagra,
Roy Ayers,
PIL,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Flash Fearless,
Colin Newman,
Echospace,
Brick,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Thee Headcoats,
The Stooges,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Loose Ends,
James White and The Blacks,
Jacques Brel,
Gabor Szabo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.