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 Philippines and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Tomorrow to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
AZ,
Mo-Dettes,
Patti Smith,
Blossom Toes,
Black Moon,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Monks,
Q65,
Sexual Harrassment,
Radiopuhelimet,
Smog,
Section 25,
Alton Ellis,
The Star Department,
Terrestrial Tones,
Flamin' Groovies,
Terry Callier,
The Grass Roots,
Blake Baxter,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Man Eating Sloth,
B.T. Express,
The Wake,
T. Rex,
Marvin Gaye,
Girls At Our Best!,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Vainqueur,
Ronnie Foster,
ABC,
Sight & Sound,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
DJ Style,
Depeche Mode,
H. Thieme,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Little Man,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Panda Bear,
John Cale,
Mr. Review,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Harmonia,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Liliput,
Chrome,
Lindisfarne,
The Red Krayola,
Spoonie Gee,
Severed Heads,
Minor Threat,
Boz Scaggs,
Matthew Bourne,
Amazonics,
Big Daddy Kane,
10cc,
The Move,
The Fuzztones,
Ken Boothe,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.