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 Ukraine and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 organ 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 Alphaville to the rock 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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Guru Guru,
John Coltrane,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Isaac Hayes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Joyce Sims,
Deadbeat,
Blossom Toes,
Lower 48,
La Düsseldorf,
The Invisible,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ken Boothe,
Scrapy,
Brothers Johnson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Music Machine,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cymande,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Blake Baxter,
Glenn Branca,
Hot Snakes,
The Walker Brothers,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Soft Cell,
Jeff Mills,
Yusef Lateef,
The United States of America,
Liliput,
Simply Red,
Monolake,
The Misunderstood,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Arab on Radar,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Gladiators,
Jandek,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rapeman,
Susan Cadogan,
Steve Hackett,
the Germs,
Quando Quango,
Aswad,
AZ,
Eddi Front,
Vladislav Delay,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jerry's Kids,
Babytalk,
The Fire Engines,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kenny Larkin,
Von Mondo,
Junior Murvin,
Hardrive,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.