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 Cape Verde and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 Bremen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 chamberlin 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 Ronan to the rap 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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Iggy Pop,
Porter Ricks,
Fat Boys,
The Cowsills,
Whodini,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scratch Acid,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jeff Lynne,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ronan,
The Sound,
David McCallum,
Kayak,
The Vogues,
Essential Logic,
MC5,
Amon Düül II,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Zeros,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Depeche Mode,
Dave Gahan,
Sister Nancy,
Con Funk Shun,
Livin' Joy,
Ken Boothe,
Echospace,
Procol Harum,
Arthur Verocai,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ituana,
Skarface,
Main Source,
Scott Walker,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cymande,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fear,
Lalo Schifrin,
Anthony Braxton,
Laurel Aitken,
The Associates,
UT,
Throbbing Gristle,
Black Moon,
D'Angelo,
Outsiders,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lightning Bolt,
Spoonie Gee,
Mantronix,
Buzzcocks,
Chris Corsano,
Fluxion,
Kurtis Blow,
Aswad,
Au Pairs,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.