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 St Lucia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
DJ Style,
Animal Collective,
Alphaville,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Five Americans,
Neil Young,
Steve Hackett,
Drive Like Jehu,
Archie Shepp,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Con Funk Shun,
Kayak,
Chris Corsano,
Jacques Brel,
Don Cherry,
Easy Going,
Scientists,
Clear Light,
Circle Jerks,
Darondo,
Reagan Youth,
FM Einheit,
X-101,
Organ,
Skaos,
E-Dancer,
The Skatalites,
The Sound,
Ohio Players,
John Holt,
Ossler,
Barry Ungar,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sarah Menescal,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cheater Slicks,
Joensuu 1685,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Goldenarms,
Fear,
Bush Tetras,
Fela Kuti,
Banda Bassotti,
Eurythmics,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Peter & Gordon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nirvana,
Peter and Kerry,
Soft Machine,
10cc,
The Selecter,
Roger Hodgson,
Eden Ahbez,
Funky Four + One,
Q and Not U,
Marvin Gaye,
Rhythm & Sound,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.