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 Sweden and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 mellotron 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 The Human League to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Max Romeo,
Blancmange,
Massinfluence,
Amon Düül,
Heaven 17,
The Young Rascals,
Y Pants,
Matthew Bourne,
Yellowson,
ABBA,
New Order,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rotary Connection,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
T. Rex,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Residents,
Scion,
Nik Kershaw,
Steve Hackett,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gichy Dan,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mr. Review,
Crash Course in Science,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Skarface,
Mission of Burma,
Man Parrish,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Terry Callier,
Schoolly D,
PIL,
Michelle Simonal,
The Gap Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
Model 500,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Letta Mbulu,
Kenny Larkin,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Crispy Ambulance,
Supertramp,
Scratch Acid,
Camberwell Now,
Faust,
Kurtis Blow,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Crime,
Magma,
Barrington Levy,
Zero Boys,
Danielle Patucci,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Swans,
Bobby Womack,
U.S. Maple,
The Divine Comedy,
Agitation Free,
Rhythm & Sound,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.