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 Solomon Islands and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 sitar 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 Connie Case to the techno 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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
The Dead C,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Amon Düül II,
The Modern Lovers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Technova,
The Count Five,
Bad Manners,
Moby Grape,
Heaven 17,
Fat Boys,
The American Breed,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
T.S.O.L.,
Sugar Minott,
Quantec,
Lalann,
Young Marble Giants,
Bobby Womack,
Siglo XX,
Groovy Waters,
Banda Bassotti,
Mark Hollis,
Neil Young,
PIL,
Masters at Work,
Warren Ellis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Duran Duran,
Intrusion,
Bob Dylan,
Scott Walker,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lee Hazlewood,
Adolescents,
Scion,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Yazoo,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Alarm Clocks,
Arab on Radar,
The Walker Brothers,
Au Pairs,
DJ Sneak,
Peter & Gordon,
Angry Samoans,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eden Ahbez,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Fatback Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Parry Music,
Mantronix,
Rhythm & Sound,
T. Rex,
JFA,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scientists,
Barrington Levy,
Eric Copeland,
Radiohead,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.