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 Romania and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mexico City.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jerry's Kids to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sun Ra,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Remains,
The Slits,
ABC,
Joy Division,
Leonard Cohen,
Dawn Penn,
Shuggie Otis,
Roxette,
The Human League,
Hot Snakes,
Max Romeo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dual Sessions,
Flipper,
Camberwell Now,
Section 25,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Organ,
Man Parrish,
Anthony Braxton,
Rotary Connection,
The Gladiators,
the Bar-Kays,
Radio Birdman,
Cecil Taylor,
The Kinks,
Fugazi,
Flash Fearless,
Quando Quango,
Scientists,
Smog,
Porter Ricks,
Grauzone,
H. Thieme,
Marc Almond,
Groovy Waters,
Throbbing Gristle,
Maurizio,
Angry Samoans,
Pierre Henry,
The Zeros,
Eve St. Jones,
Terrestrial Tones,
Loose Ends,
Lalann,
Susan Cadogan,
Fear,
Jacob Miller,
The Real Kids,
Bauhaus,
The Angels of Light,
Juan Atkins,
The Fall,
Joensuu 1685,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jandek,
Ludus,
the Normal,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.