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 Suriname and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Mandrill to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen 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 jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Vainqueur,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Banda Bassotti,
Bobby Byrd,
Man Parrish,
In Retrospect,
Soft Cell,
Von Mondo,
Echospace,
Danielle Patucci,
Black Sheep,
Erykah Badu,
Moss Icon,
Neu!,
Bush Tetras,
Erasure,
The United States of America,
DJ Sneak,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Howard Jones,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Sound,
Marine Girls,
X-102,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Technova,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Young Rascals,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Arthur Verocai,
Mars,
Funkadelic,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Public Enemy,
Funky Four + One,
Mo-Dettes,
Minor Threat,
Cluster,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
48th St. Collective,
Qualms,
The Gap Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Newcleus,
The Invisible,
Barclay James Harvest,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Cowsills,
Faraquet,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sixth Finger,
The Count Five,
Lightning Bolt,
The Names,
The Black Dice,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Sonics,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.