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 Ukraine and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Spokane.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Faust to the punk 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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mr. Review,
Sound Behaviour,
Nick Fraelich,
X-101,
Electric Prunes,
Fad Gadget,
The Raincoats,
Clear Light,
Procol Harum,
The Human League,
Andrew Hill,
Infiniti,
Radio Birdman,
Scrapy,
Kayak,
Minor Threat,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Magma,
Marmalade,
Boz Scaggs,
Brand Nubian,
Basic Channel,
Neu!,
Donald Byrd,
Faraquet,
DJ Sneak,
Eddi Front,
Joyce Sims,
Sparks,
Lou Christie,
Don Cherry,
the Soft Cell,
Peter & Gordon,
Whodini,
Peter and Kerry,
Sexual Harrassment,
Joy Division,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bush Tetras,
Bill Near,
Duran Duran,
Cameo,
Chrome,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Erasure,
Mars,
Letta Mbulu,
Pagans,
The Slackers,
Deadbeat,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Qualms,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Black Sheep,
Mission of Burma,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Underground Resistance,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fatback Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.