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 Maldives and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Chris Corsano to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Mars,
The United States of America,
Alton Ellis,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rotary Connection,
The Alarm Clocks,
Aaron Thompson,
Flipper,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Second Layer,
These Immortal Souls,
F. McDonald,
Camouflage,
Max Romeo,
Gang of Four,
David Axelrod,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Morten Harket,
Saccharine Trust,
Mad Mike,
Spandau Ballet,
Ornette Coleman,
Erykah Badu,
The Doobie Brothers,
Drexciya,
Nas,
Guru Guru,
Wolf Eyes,
Parry Music,
Stetsasonic,
CMW,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dual Sessions,
Black Moon,
Procol Harum,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fela Kuti,
Fear,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cecil Taylor,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Essential Logic,
Brick,
Rapeman,
Loose Ends,
Flash Fearless,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Au Pairs,
Deepchord,
The Barracudas,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pantytec,
X-102,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Walker Brothers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Alphaville,
Black Sheep,
Liliput,
Model 500,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.