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 Cuba and from Madrid.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Easy Going to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Echospace,
Don Cherry,
Black Bananas,
The Sonics,
The Blackbyrds,
Average White Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Radio Birdman,
Morten Harket,
Pole,
Tom Boy,
OOIOO,
Yazoo,
E-Dancer,
Arthur Verocai,
Cal Tjader,
Nico,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Human League,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kenny Larkin,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Colin Newman,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Motions,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rosa Yemen,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Smiths,
The Martian,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Buzzcocks,
Supertramp,
Bobby Byrd,
FM Einheit,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Excepter,
Qualms,
Deakin,
Bang On A Can,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Panda Bear,
The Divine Comedy,
Blossom Toes,
Fela Kuti,
Agitation Free,
Pantytec,
EPMD,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Royal Trux,
DJ Style,
The Misunderstood,
Roxy Music,
Minutemen,
Unrelated Segments,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nik Kershaw,
These Immortal Souls,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Mummies,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.