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 Sudan and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba 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 Magazine to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Jeff Lynne,
Joensuu 1685,
Tomorrow,
Nation of Ulysses,
Flamin' Groovies,
Roxette,
Organ,
Moebius,
The Count Five,
Negative Approach,
Laurel Aitken,
Y Pants,
The Modern Lovers,
Jacob Miller,
Toni Rubio,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Circle Jerks,
The Blues Magoos,
Schoolly D,
ABBA,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Sonics,
James White and The Blacks,
Peter & Gordon,
The American Breed,
Yazoo,
Curtis Mayfield,
Wally Richardson,
The Wake,
Peter and Kerry,
Althea and Donna,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Man Eating Sloth,
Aloha Tigers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dennis Brown,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Stooges,
Sister Nancy,
Bill Wells,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Theoretical Girls,
Gabor Szabo,
Mantronix,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sam Rivers,
The Selecter,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Swans,
Underground Resistance,
The J.B.'s,
X-102,
the Swans,
Rakim,
The Star Department,
Ossler,
the Bar-Kays,
Pet Shop Boys,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.