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 Botswana and from New York.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Rod Modell to the rock 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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Throbbing Gristle,
The United States of America,
Television,
Rakim,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Zero Boys,
Scott Walker,
Flipper,
T.S.O.L.,
Sällskapet,
Mission of Burma,
Charles Mingus,
The Pop Group,
Amon Düül II,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Vogues,
Josef K,
Con Funk Shun,
Desert Stars,
The Modern Lovers,
Model 500,
Morten Harket,
Rhythm & Sound,
World's Most,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Amon Düül,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Depeche Mode,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Swans,
The American Breed,
Robert Görl,
Soul Sonic Force,
Matthew Halsall,
Roxette,
Simply Red,
Eric Copeland,
James White and The Blacks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
A Certain Ratio,
Minnie Riperton,
Danielle Patucci,
Audionom,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Deepchord,
Alphaville,
Popol Vuh,
Faraquet,
Ohio Players,
the Association,
Black Pus,
The Happenings,
Public Image Ltd.,
X-Ray Spex,
Dark Day,
Quadrant,
Donald Byrd,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.