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 Ethiopia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Jakarta.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Magma 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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Lower 48,
Crash Course in Science,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Barclay James Harvest,
Roger Hodgson,
The Electric Prunes,
Pere Ubu,
Slave,
Second Layer,
Roxette,
Ronan,
JFA,
Gang of Four,
Maleditus Sound,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
New York Dolls,
Youth Brigade,
The Fire Engines,
Public Image Ltd.,
Toni Rubio,
Morten Harket,
Lalo Schifrin,
Babytalk,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Y Pants,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
In Retrospect,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jeff Mills,
UT,
Eurythmics,
Curtis Mayfield,
Barbara Tucker,
Johnny Osbourne,
Unwound,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pantytec,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rapeman,
June of 44,
Lee Hazlewood,
T.S.O.L.,
Fela Kuti,
The Misunderstood,
Black Pus,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gabor Szabo,
Anakelly,
Don Cherry,
Skarface,
K-Klass,
Porter Ricks,
Kevin Saunderson,
China Crisis,
The Beau Brummels,
New Age Steppers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Organ,
Blossom Toes,
Reagan Youth,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.