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 Micronesia and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Philadelphia.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Fugs to the grunge 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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
The Sound,
Section 25,
Soulsonic Force,
Zero Boys,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ronnie Foster,
F. McDonald,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Arab on Radar,
Basic Channel,
The Human League,
Kas Product,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Freddie Wadling,
The United States of America,
Quando Quango,
Main Source,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Fortunes,
Sun Ra,
Piero Umiliani,
Guru Guru,
Bad Manners,
Mark Hollis,
Lalann,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marc Almond,
Duran Duran,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Slits,
Jeff Lynne,
Infiniti,
Unwound,
Josef K,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Standells,
Nas,
The American Breed,
Sight & Sound,
The Victims,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Echospace,
Flash Fearless,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bizarre Inc.,
Joe Smooth,
Spandau Ballet,
Sparks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rosa Yemen,
Terry Callier,
Saccharine Trust,
Morten Harket,
Dual Sessions,
Ohio Players,
Black Moon,
Stockholm Monsters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gabor Szabo,
The Tremeloes,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.