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 Madagascar and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 linndrum 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 Bush Tetras to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Porter Ricks,
Niagra,
Tom Boy,
Sam Rivers,
Wasted Youth,
Soft Machine,
Echospace,
Lakeside,
Quadrant,
The Human League,
The Young Rascals,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Grass Roots,
Metal Thangz,
Kas Product,
Marvin Gaye,
Malaria!,
The Toasters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eden Ahbez,
Joy Division,
Hardrive,
DJ Style,
The Fire Engines,
Reuben Wilson,
Simply Red,
The Monks,
Skriet,
LL Cool J,
Mad Mike,
Matthew Bourne,
Barbara Tucker,
Roy Ayers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Leonard Cohen,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Count Five,
Throbbing Gristle,
Subhumans,
ABBA,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dark Day,
Soft Cell,
Archie Shepp,
The Walker Brothers,
Jandek,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Slackers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Brass Construction,
Unwound,
The New Christs,
The Leaves,
Tubeway Army,
Hoover,
Symarip,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The American Breed,
Steve Hackett,
Bobby Byrd,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.