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 Eritrea and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Busters to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Rosa Yemen,
10cc,
Flash Fearless,
Skriet,
Malaria!,
China Crisis,
Au Pairs,
Royal Trux,
Bad Manners,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Soft Cell,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Star Department,
Alison Limerick,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tomorrow,
Grauzone,
Kurtis Blow,
Echospace,
The Skatalites,
Bobby Womack,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Boz Scaggs,
Donny Hathaway,
The Blackbyrds,
Stetsasonic,
Technova,
Mark Hollis,
James White and The Blacks,
Steve Hackett,
Popol Vuh,
Black Bananas,
The Modern Lovers,
Cheater Slicks,
Sparks,
Yazoo,
Aural Exciters,
Bootsy Collins,
Lakeside,
Rapeman,
Chris Corsano,
Mr. Review,
The Evens,
Grey Daturas,
Lou Christie,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
H. Thieme,
The Five Americans,
Niagra,
Khruangbin,
Animal Collective,
The Monks,
Barbara Tucker,
Bauhaus,
Kaleidoscope,
T.S.O.L.,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.