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 Uzbekistan and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Last Poets to the dance 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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Gichy Dan,
Pere Ubu,
The Angels of Light,
Average White Band,
Desert Stars,
Magazine,
The Searchers,
One Last Wish,
Scan 7,
Thompson Twins,
Henry Cow,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Durutti Column,
In Retrospect,
Reuben Wilson,
Jerry's Kids,
Ultravox,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Accadde A,
Electric Prunes,
Kayak,
Harmonia,
the Association,
Soft Machine,
Wasted Youth,
Traffic Nightmare,
Blake Baxter,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mo-Dettes,
Rapeman,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Porter Ricks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fluxion,
Tommy Roe,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Grass Roots,
Trumans Water,
Royal Trux,
Prince Buster,
Eddi Front,
Bob Dylan,
The Residents,
Johnny Clarke,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dead Boys,
Heaven 17,
Massinfluence,
The Standells,
Idris Muhammad,
Roxette,
Black Pus,
Niagra,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lalann,
Dave Gahan,
The Monks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fat Boys,
The Divine Comedy,
OOIOO,
This Heat,
Roger Hodgson,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.